The Colours of A Rainbow, So Pretty in the Sky

As I came home from work tonight -a little later than normal, because I wanted to finish something; Desmond Carrington was playing on the Radio.

He was playing Show Tunes.. but show tunes from another time... another world. For the length of my journey I was transported to a place where the gentlemen spoke with a mouthful of marbles, and said things like "jolly good show old chap", and a woman would never make eye contact, let alone speak to a man she didn't know.

I quite lost myself for a while, and sat on in the car to listen on some more.

I think I was born in the wrong era.

This is Beau, making out that my bottom drawer is hers.