What a day I say..finally the sun appears over the frozen view, everything seems right – besides a friend from london that visited yesterday and kept throwing up all night..but even him looks better (hope well john!!!). Between my ignorance and my innocence I approach the radio, already turned on fip my fav station and I hardly hear a familiar sound of something like a church hymn, begin to get the chills and recognize it’s “Lover, you should’ve come over” by Jeff Buckley.
I immediately jump over (spill some hot coffee on me) and turn the volume as high as it gets. I start shouting the lyrics more than singing, almost seven minutes of hysteric tribute (I can become reeeally ridiculous with this dead bastard) and at the end of the song as a wake up call, a sweet warm woman’s voice behind the mic says two words like “Jeff Buckley singing for LOVE”..I am “yesss”..and she continues “for Saint-Valentine’s day”…WHAT? SAY WHAT? SAINT WHAT?
Then realized what day it was..Ruined everything.
Yo yo! Just only now checked that post.. Can’t say was that good for me that bloody Sunday. was feeling a bit more like “This is the end…” sort of thing
Better by now 😉 Back to the basics: you can’t go wrong with a burger and a pint of lager..
😛