I should be at work. I’m not. I’m poorly. I blame all those other people on Xanga who have been poorly recently.
But I wanted to share my fascination with The Piano Man story. The realist in me recognises that one day he will be named. The rose-tinted romantic in me squeals with delight with a time-traveller perspective! Plus he looks like this chap who lived in the halls opposite mine when I was at uni. But he had long hair. And he didn’t play the piano. We did call him Jesus and he would treat us to evenings of drunken amusement by dancing to his metal/rock music in his room with the curtains open.
We never did find out his real name …
please God bless Kylie and The Piano Man and help them both get better xxx Elsabeth