No, I haven't just climbed Everest
No, I haven't just snorkelled The Great Barrier Reef
No, I haven't just trekked the Inca Trail
No, I haven't just put my clothes in the linen basket, why is it only me who picks things up around this house, and you never ever ever clean the toilet...
This is a far simpler pleasure in that I realised I had managed to get to nearly 40 without seeing The King and I. But I put that right last night by watching Baldy give it his best shot with the mesmeric Deborah Kerr. The fire was roaring (and spitting, with hilarious puppy-spooking results. No, don't bite the fire - it will hurt!) and all was well with the world for a couple of hours.
There was a song in the film that tingled my spine so I went straight onto the PC to download it and found this remarkable version.
How is it I have got to nearly 40 without hearing this before?
You know you're getting old when you have a really great evening in front of the King and I, when you find yourself thinking that you ought to try and catch La Streisand in concert next time she's playing over here and most worryingly, when you find yourself thinking that, you know, there's something about her thats curiously attractive......
Pass the Viagra.
