I've been down in a tube station at 11.45 pm, which is close.

Lola...

Oops. Nope. Nothing to see here.

And his hair was perfect.

And I did make a contact

With you

Baby

while I've sipped Champagne on a yacht.But I've never been to me.

But he seemed neither drunk nor to be wearing flip flops.

Liked this "Stone 'enge ---where the druids lived" exposure.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1302695/Perseids-meteor-s...

...is a doctor, and his house has a beautiful bay window overlooking the garden, with a couple of comfy seats. On a sunny afternoon there's nothing finer than Sittin' With The Doc In The Bay...

I'll get me coat.

I was once walking across Waterloo Bridge with the sun starting to dip on a day in late February when I took a phone call from my wife to pass on a message about our childminder, Julie.

Dismally, Julie is not in a relationship with anyone called Terry so that little 'I'm in a song lyric!' vignette didn't really happen...

... but at the wrong time.

And I liked it.

...who came from Greece AND had a thirst for knowledge -

- sadly she opted for Bristol Uni over St Martin's College... (come to think of it I'm not sure whether she ever told me that her dad was loaded...etc...etc.)

two pints of lager and a packet of crisps (chicken flavour) last night.

Mrs Umpire once whispered sweetly "You're the one for me fatty" while we were scoffing chips in front of the telly one Saturday evening...

Once flew to Alabama with a banjo on his knee

When my friends become successful.

... been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run.
I took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun.
I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free.
Furthermore,
I've been to Niece and the Isle of Greece while I've sipped champagne on a yacht.
I've moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got.
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things that a woman ain't supposed to see.
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me

but when faced with temptation, a man should stand and fight, but she was my downfall that night.

but I'm alright now

...I mutter the opening line most Monday mornings when the alarm goes off.

as described so accurately by Chris Rea

The NME postulated that it was a picture of the Queen Mother on the toilet.

Any other ideas?

"he'd rather not go back to the old house", but he doesn't need to, because I did it for him. I was taken by a friend to see the very house of which he moaned.

On a few occasions I've also gone out of my way to count the cars on the New Jersey turnpike, and every time I see a man in a bowtie I genuinely do imagine that it's really a camera.

I went to a top floor fabric restorer in NYC in midwinter, and like Bob Dylan before me I saw lights flicker in the opposite loft.

... and I didn't have anything I wanted to say. Time will tell if that's the same this evening.

And drew back the curtain. But I didn't see anything because I had my eyes shut.

I also slipped inside the eye of my mind. It was a bit gooey, so I won't be doing that again.

Birthdays and Christmas

just keeping the rain off my Saturday hairdo. Went for a coffee and smiled at the waiter, he winked at his friends and they laughed at me later.

Or should I say, she once had me?

Sometimes it´s hard to tell.

recorded a song about it - but I can't remember its title?

I once ate six Mars in half an hour.

. . . going mad with a mallet in Milletts

That may not be true - but I did once sit on top of Lord Hereford's Knob.

counted the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike.

.....hit the engine but she aint turning.

But I didn't have any jungle music to listen to that I could turn down. It was Blue Öyster Cult. Which isn't really drum 'n' bass.

Cyprus Avenue past the wrought iron gate rows. A childlike vision did not however, creep into view

Was always met with the question 'Is it christmas?' by my dear dad.

and he hasn't got a house I don't know why I call him Gerald.

He's getting very old but he's a good mouse.

& roast beef on Sundays is alright...

a total eclipse of the heart, there was nothing I could do

I went down to the Chelsea Drugstore, just to get my prescription filled. I was standing in line with Mr Jimmy, and Man! did he look pretty ill.

(... and as if that wasn't bad enough, I could barely hear myself think with this bloody choir warbling in the background...)

...as it happens to be where I work. Nothing against work but I like rest better...

But I woke up just in time.

Well, not actually last night but it's happened plenty of times before and is sure to do so again. Not that I can ever remember why.

"I am the cosmos, I am the wind"

...really keeps the old insomnia at bay!!

because we were driving down it, took the wrong turning off it and so had to return and continue to Drive South, which as that's a John Hiatt song gives me two for the price of one:

Windows open on the rest of the world
Holdin' hands, all the way to Dixieland

We didn't attempt to kill anyone's son or put bleachers out in the sun though.

It never got into your knickers"

Too many times to list (sighs)...

I've often turned a whiter shade of pale.
I've been taken down to stawberry fields
I've found out to my cost that money can't buy me love
I've painted various things black
Somebody said, let's go to San Francisco, so I did.

I have indeed fallen in love with someone I shouldn't have fallen in love with.

Yes, I have been drunk on Skye.

Still I wonder how it is to be a stream,
From a dark well constant flowing,
Winding seawards over ancient mossy wheels
Yet feel no need of knowing?
Still I wonder how it is to be a tree,
Circled servant to the seasons,
Only drink on sky and rake the winter wind
And need no seal of reasons?

I wasn´t alarmed. Apparently it was just a spring clean.

Thank you, but no, I wont do the Fandango.

...before lunching at Simpsons. Stopped off at Stanley Gibbons to sell some stamps, the proceeds of which greatly eased my subsequent interview with my bank manager at Coutts.

I headed home from Charing Cross Station; I was never alone.

I had done the Strand.

I've been up all night.
Party-time wasting is too much fun.

...who left the cake out in the rain.

it took me ages to bake it and now i've mislaid the recipe