My blog has been discovered by someone in New Zealand who had googled the rather nifty little phrase above. I don't know whether to laugh, cry or nod knowingly in a Joey Tribbiani thinking about breasts kind of way.
Was it a slightly perverted Kiwi looking for some dwarf porn? Was he trying to find a dating site for himself and ever so slightly lacking in confidence?
Is it a reflection on me, or on my blog?
I'm hardly up there with my head in the clouds in terms of height, I doubt whether Will Smith wakes up in the middle of the night worried that he's not as good looking as me. But then again I'm no Joey in terms of "getting lucky in sex" either. I suppose it's fair to say I'm no Chandler even. Though it would be fair to say that Janice gets my vote as the best side character of all time.
These are the things that go through my head at 3.26 AM on a Saturday morning. The sleep cycle in Rhythmic Towers has gone AWOL, mostly because of my eye. I'm lying here, for all the world looking like a one eyed fly, big plastic patch taped over my left eye and I'm as sleepy as an eight year old on Christmas eve.
I know from experience that the average eight year old wouldn't have just polished off the remainder of the tub of lemon sorbet (with Sicilian lemon pieces). What is it about sorbet? It's nice and it tastes good but it really is ice cream with all the fun taken out of it isn't it?
Oh well, think I'll try sleep again. Failing that there's my engrossing book that I'm reading, all through the right eye. It's about India, Mumbai specifically and every time I open a page and read about two words it pulls me into its world. Spine tingling metaphors, sensual similes and all other herbs and spices come at me at about twice the speed of Sri Lankan inflation.
And, motivated by Cerno's recent Abba post I've now got the Swedish beauties on in the background. Agnetha and Anna Frid are kicking out the lyrics to "Head over Heels" in those slightly sexy Swedish semi tones. I'm an unashamed Abba fan and have been since as long as I can remember. We've now moved on to "When I kissed the teacher". One of the beauties of Abba lyrics is the way they got the English just ever so slightly wrong, perhaps translating literally from Swedish, maybe just trying to make things rhyme, I know not, but it's a fantastic Abba characteristic.
" I was in THE seventh heaven when I kissed the teacher" - Where did that "The" come from?
Good weekend all. I leave you as I listen to "head over heels"
Those harmonies get me everytime!
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