stardust has been replaying on constant loop
in my head all day
after hearing a wonderful version
played by Paul Williamson [and the rest of the Gianni Marinucci Swing Train]
at the Paris Cat last night
thanks gentlemen, it was a splendid night.
and for those of you who expect dye stories here
i do have one.
a vicious needle bit my finger
and drew rather a lot of blood
in the spirit of waste-not-want-not
i bundled a leaf into the cloth i used to mop the blot
blood proved its worth not only as mordant
but also as adhesive
the leaf [bougainvillea] stuck firmly top the bloodstain
but not to the rest of the cloth