Friday Night indulgence.
Best taken with red wine, drawn curtains, and your partner of choice. Maybe a cigarette - it's been 30 years since I sparked up a Benson's, but Leonard Cohen reminds one just how irresistible temptation is.
That saxophone is something else. Good that they found time to tidy up the kitchenette. Have I ever mentioned how much I loathe washing up? The dishwasher never seems to hold enough.
Back on Boogie Street.