Thursday, July 9, 2015

If I had a point, I don't know what it was

Dionne Warwick.

That is what I woke up singing in my head this morning. There is good and bad in that.

Good: my brain instantly jumps to the scene with Rupert Everett in My Best Friend's Wedding.



Bad: I know an embarrassing lot of Dionne Warwick. No, the above is not the song I woke up singing in my head.

I am cleansing my aural palette with some Ben Marwood. If I ever put a Dribble compilation into book form I will title it If I had a point, I don't know what it was.

I would totally buy that book, Rudy. Do it! 

Shut up voice in my head. I hear you giggling, asshole.

I am going to a dry county in Kentucky tomorrow. I am amused at that. Kentucky is a state that prides itself in being all about the rights of the individual and blah, blah, blah... but the people can't be trusted with a glass of wine in some counties.

Have a nice day.