Hayley is at Heathrow airport on her way home for Christmas when she bumps into Kiri te Kanawa in the VIP lounge. "Hi Hayley !" says Kiri. "My flight has been delayed and my mobile needs charging. Could you give me 50p to phone a friend ?" "Sure" says Hayley, reaching in her bag. "Look, here's a pound. Now you can phone all of them !!"
"My love is like a red, red rose that's newly sprung in June, My love is like a melody that's sweetly played in tune." (Robert Burns).
The loveliest, sweetest flower that bloomed in paradise, and the first that died, has rarely blossomed since on mortal soil. It is so frail, so delicate, a thing, it is gone if it but look upon itself; and she who ventures to esteem it hers proves by that single thought she has it not. Humility - Fry
I have a confession to make. I have a criminal record. Oh yes, it came to light over Xmas when I was sorting out some cupboards and there it was: Richard Strauss songs sung by Kiri te Kanawa !! Oh the shame of it ! I can't imagine what possessed me to buy it in the first place. Youthful ignorance I suppose. I'll have to hide it from the neighbours. Perhaps it might make a draught excluder. Oh now that's a thought. On these cold nights some old vinyl will get the fire going nicely !!