Listening to
Curved Air, I am minded to wonder whatever became of the delightful
Sonja Kristina, one of my youthful letches from the mid '70s. Legs all the way up, and hair that would have given the
Shrimp pause...
I must remember to do a Google search after this.
Hey ho.
Have just returned from an evening of duck hunting in Sunny Clapham with DT, Ian, Hayden, Maisie and a couple of other nice but name-forgotten people also
sans LJ, together with
caffeine_fairy,
bibliogirl,
chomper99,
thalinoviel,
anubisgrrl,
romney,
jfs,
westernind and
rotwang.
Much wine, much duck, much tea, much other stuff. And natterage above and beyond the call of duty.
I am informed that
forbinproject is learning the arcane art of car drivage. The thought of Ser English behind the wheel of a moving vehicle scareth me mightily.
Oh well. Back to the reverie.
Sonja Kristina. Mmmm...