When Marimba Rhythms Start To Play;

That song is so trippingly, intoxicatingly, polychromatically, French alps arcade dancematingly fantastic! It makes me want to dance with strangers and lamposts and drink rainbow-coloured concoctions and wear flamingo & peacock feathers in my hair and only wash with limes and blood oranges and—you get the idea.

Anywho, I am just here to promptly fulfil the obligation I made to myself way back at the start of this blogging endeavour;

Some pier some place, Woy Woy Bay, Australia, October 2009.

Okay, I know the caption says it was taken in October, but on our antipodean, northern hemisphere calendar that is roughly...um... *dies from math exposure* Well it was hotter than hell, alright?

Happy July y'all!