never mind the slow start, this is a cover of a 19th century song
has redeeming bits and borrows some Van the Man’s sax
and in a cliche, grows on you ….
This one’s also for Kaitlyn, I hope it’s acceptable – and
a cat story from 19th c. Sligo courtesy of Willie Yeats
then 22 who was told “why cats were people in themselves.
In the beginning of the world every cat had ninepence.
He gave threepence to be able to see in the dark,
threepence to have nine lives, and the last threepence to
have a plate of milk everyday. Hence no gratitude might be
expected from a cat. They were merely carrying out a contract.”
No worries about writing Kait, it was good to hear from you
via Cori from the dark side … and if you have a choon to play
do so, as you used to on Pussyhound or Slutpuppy – and
Sonia sends her bestest regards and everyfink .. she is up
to her floppy ears in real life workin’ and lovin’ – a heady mixture
tho’ she will write when she surfaces again. Promise.