Sat down at the piano and started playing for the first time in a while, and the keys felt strange… they’re dusty D: I’m sorry I abandoned you for revision, piano! I’ll never leave you again!
I’ve just discovered the joy of strolling outside, listening to jazz on my mp3 player as dusk sets in. It makes me feel like I’m so suave I even have a theme tune.
There’s a line in “Sexy And I Know It” that sounds just like “I got a Russian in my pants and I ain’t afraid to show it.” To be honest, I don’t want want to know what the real lyrics are. It couldn’t be any better than pants-dwelling Russians.



