It’s a Tuesday afternoon and my favourite volunteer in the charity shop just finished telling me about a palm-reading book she put aside for me because she thought I’d like it. I don’t usually check the records here because every time I do, it’s just Leo Sayer and about a hundred so-and-so’s and their jazz bands. No offence. But I had a couple of hours to kill at home alone and there was something about the way the cloudy evening was shaping up that drew me over to the shelves.
Nights In White Satin
Nights In White Satin
Nights In White Satin
It’s a Tuesday afternoon and my favourite volunteer in the charity shop just finished telling me about a palm-reading book she put aside for me because she thought I’d like it. I don’t usually check the records here because every time I do, it’s just Leo Sayer and about a hundred so-and-so’s and their jazz bands. No offence. But I had a couple of hours to kill at home alone and there was something about the way the cloudy evening was shaping up that drew me over to the shelves.