let me tell you a story: Once upon a time, in a far far away land, called Music Land, there lived a woman with a strange but stunning voice.
Her name was Crissy Hind, a funny spelling, but with such a heavenly voice, of such rare power, her name was not only forgiven her, but it went down in the history books of this fair land of Music, as being quite astonishing. At it's best and most melodious, even the famed Annie Lennox was hard pushed to maintain such depth of feeling and clarity.
She sang a song of such heart felt depth, such deep rooted feeling that men all around England prayed for a woman like that, to look after them in their darkest hours. To stand by them. Not let anyone hurt them. To stand by them.
This morning, when the clock radio woke me from my deep troubled slumbers, my ears were battered by god only knows how many stupid warbling bints.
My day, suffice it to say, can't get worse, so that's good news I guess.
In strong connection with Jo Jo, I trust they all go hiking together.... and get lost.