... to row, divine!
(this, by the way, is erging. See how evil it is?)
Hendrix and Patroclus, consider yourselves tagged. (Actually, HC, I seriously considered tagging you anyway because I'm sure you have loads of terrific music to share, but I know how busy at work you are and I didn't want to be a nuissance. I can't wait to read your 20 tracks.)
and now, the Hairy Update:
Spent the weekend with the Hairy Man, and what a lovely weekend it was. Saturday we went to see Transamerica at the Watershed (which is a teriffic film, by the way), and then he took me back to his and fixed us a curry for dinner. Damn that man can cook!
Sunday was the best, thought. He took me out for drive in the Somerset countryside. He wouldn't tell me where we were going, which was fine because I love surprises. First we drove through Cheddar gorge, which was spectacular. The weather was shit and we weren't dressed for hiking, but he promised to bring me back later in the spring and do a day hike. Then becuause, as he put it, "I know you're into all that medieval stuff, so I thought you might enjoy this," he drove me over to Wells to visit the cathedral there. You're darn tootin' I enjoyed it!
(Did you know that the cathedral at Wells is home to the second oldest working clock in the entire world? It's SO COOL. It's over 600 years old. On the hour a pair of wooden jousting knights come out of the clock and do a little joust, and a wooden jester rings a chime on the hour and clicks his heels on the quarter-hour. It's totally charming!)
It was a drippy, foggy, rainy afternoon, and we spent about 5 hours whizzing around the countryside, enjoying the views and vistas and (most of all) the company. Finally we stopped at the grocery store on the way home (he actually held my hand as we wandered around tesco's) and got fixin's for dinner. He made a pork roast with parsnips and swede and sprouts and apple sauce. De-lish!
(If I didn't know better, I'd think he was seriously trying to court me.)