Beautiful.
Mar. 3rd, 2006 01:59 pmEdinburgh looks fantastic in the snow. The sun's out, shining brightly between small clouds in a pale blue sky. There's a fresh breeze. Arthur's Seat is imposingly dappled white over the black of its bare stone. Even the accursed Classic FM in the corner shop is playing the sleigh ride from the Lieutenant Kije suite.
Sometimes it's just too much effort not to smile. It's good to be alive.
Sometimes it's just too much effort not to smile. It's good to be alive.
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Date: 2006-03-03 05:16 pm (UTC)I didn't have much to go on. I hummed it to various people and they just gave me blank expressions. I told them it was about some sort of soldier who didn't really exist and it's a sort of Russian folk-tale but nobody knew what I was talking about.
Lieutenant Kiji!!! That was it! Thanks, you have answered one of the fundamental questions of existance. Now all I need to know is why no-one pays me as much as I need and where all my socks go and then I can retire my curious brain for good!
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Date: 2006-03-03 06:19 pm (UTC)