Something for the weekend
February 19th, 2010
What’s it all about?
The sentimental musings of an ageing expat in words, music, and pictures. Mp3 files are up for a limited time so drink them while they're hot.
Contact me: lee at londonlee dot com
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Well I never expected that one
It came to me when I was watching the Olympics last night.
I don't mind admitting I think it's beautiful, but almost anything turns me into a sentimental old wreck these days.
Torville & Dean, Joan Armatrading and Hot Chocolate? Has it all gone a bit MOR around here?
How we loved Jayne and Christopher for winning gold with this. its so many years since I last saw it, I had forgotten the pure magical moment in time. Quite choked me up, thankyou sweet. I dont post, m'self but thoroughly enjoy everything you put up. Did Frankie Miller ever enter your arena, so to speak?