I feel compelled to say something Easterish, but I'm resisting it.
Memories of Bob Dylan (continued from previous blog)
Twas around this time that I got to listening to Bob Dylan, well it couldn't be helped really as I was living in close proximity to someone who played him on loop.
I like the smile at your fingertips
I like the way you move your lips
I like the cool way you look at me
Everything about you's bringing me misery.
(I love this brilliant little song)
To cut a long story short: