Sunday, September 20, 2009


I have this little octet British band hanging on my wall replete with their Beefeater hats and plaid background.
I hardly ever hear them play but they are always there for me. Maybe they do most of their playing and marching when I'm not at home. Or maybe they drink a lot of Beefeater gin and are so loaded that they are stiff when I look at them.
Maybe they go crazy at night after dark when I'm asleep in my bedroom and I don't hear them.
I don't know. Anything is possible.