Poor wand'ring one

It's Thursday night, it's cold outside, but inside the heater's on and there's steak from the local Butcher about to go on for dinner. We're sitting on the new couch, Snooze is finishing off the crossword and we are listening to... Pirates of Penzance on vinyl.

That's right.

Pirates of Penzance.

Vinyl.

And I love it.

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