Welcome to my perfumed garden

I Met the Walrus. In 1969, 14 yo Jerry Levitan snuck into John Lennon's hotel room for a chat.

ETA: And so is this! The Electro-Plasmic Hydrocephalic GENRE-FICTION GENERATOR 2000!

I seem to be on a bit of a posting frenzy today. I'm not going to apologise because I'm like that.

Anyone watching? It's rather splendid and I find myself falling in love all over again.

and bringeth succour to all prevaricators.

Mark and I had an exchange of views inspired by watching the highly animated Alan Haven in The Music of Lennon and McCartney
Got worms from the look of it, poor chap
Is that what happens when you get worms, go ape shit crazy on a Hammond organ?
Or piles.
Must’ve been sitting on a cold step. You’d think his mother would know better than to let him.

Gosh, the flare on that guitar is so nostalgic, you don't see black and white, 405 line weirdness like that these days, deed you don't. Marianne Faithfull looks exactly like Marina off Stingray, she even moves her head like there are strings attached. I'm on a mid-sixties thing now and feel the sudden need to watch Tomb of the Cybermen, or maybe Bedazzled - the real one, not that thing with Brendon thingy and whatserface.

No, I haven't been drinking even though it is FRIDAY! my darling dearios. May it shine like a great shiny orb for you all. Permission to blow kisses!. XXX