Wednesday 14 October 2015


Don't Answer The Door

A chilly winter night, a beer, a smoke, a rocking chair and BB King. What more can a girl ask for, eh?


Present vocabulary, ideally.

It's good to be vacant sometimes. Those fleeting, eleventh hour reprieves. Not that it's sustainable.

But then again, no matter how great you feel, you'll never feel as great as the deluded old man Eric Clapton is calling King and writing a song about riding with.