A gratuitous shot of another Best
A couple of quickies for you today (easy, tiger)....
Day 10: Best album?
For sheer 'memories so vivid it makes my heart hurt' wonderfullness it has to be 'For Emma, Forever Ago' by Bon Iver. Honorable mentions go to 'Junior' by Royksopp (for New York memories) and 'Hands' by Little Boots (who was so wonderful last night that my face is still smiling from it).
Day 11: Best place?
I have two. The answer I feel I should give and the truth. So let's do both. That's just how I roll.
The answer I feel I should give.... New York. Everything about it. The sights, the sounds, the smells, the vibrancy, the diversity, the magic. I adore it.
The truth.... On a bed. In a room. In a house. On a street. In Liverpool. With a boy. The boy. The bed that was our restaurant, our cinema, our place to talk and plan and fight and make up and everything else inbetween. My viewing platform for when he was mixing. The place I did my make-up before a night out. Our sick bed when we were too hungover to do anything other than watch endless I'm Alan Partridge and eat cheese balls. The place we ate scrambed eggs, read the Sunday papers and drank Lazy Sunday coffee.
Sigh. Ignore me, I'm just having one of those days.
