The Raindogs and the Prince of Wales

A dim coolness after the scorching heat of the day. Me and Miss J, pleasantly surprised. Bass and rhythm guitars loud in my ears, and the bluesy, sexy "Summertime". Do they need backup vocals? A chance for The Honey Trappers to become a frightening reality. Yes, we would make money, concur our new friends. "Do you want to come in?" An unspoken invitation into a stranger's room. Punch drunk from lack of sleep, weaving our way through darkened alleys. Wandering the noisy, crowded rows of glittery, sparkly fripperies at one in the morning, stuffed full of rasmallai and milk beda. A brief getaway from reality. And the most fun I've had all week.

Thanks, Miss J.