Where's Robbo?

Light posting for the rest of the day, I think. The bug I've been fighting off for some time finally caught up with me during the office party yesterday afternoon, so now I'm home with a ringing head, cranky attitude and achy joints.

As I sometimes do when feeling ill on cold, damp days, I plan to put on a fresh pot of coffee, grab some extra blankets and curl up in front of Lawrence of Arabia. Mmmmmm.....sand and sun....mmmmmm.......

Gary? Chai-Rista? Your play.

UPDATE: Ah, that's teh stuff. It's a curious thing about these old Omar Sharif blockbusters: 90 seconds into the first round of "Lara's Theme" from Dr. Zhivago and I'm frantically reaching for the scissors in order to puncture my own eardrums. But I never get sick of the theme from Lawrence in all its permutations. I suppose this is because I've always been a sucker for musick reminiscent of the Turk, the Tatar, Pharoah or far Araby.