before prac when we had some in between time we indulged in our favourite current pasttime. we lazed in the car as the rain fell outside very poetically and drawled to frou frou. on the way back we bobbed to the very funky beat of dont' call me b. and decided that should be included in our australian experience repertoire of to-bob-to-tunes. amazingly, highstreet disco and jazz and french dialogue in one cd. very wow eh. oi trumpeter you, i think we can talk like forever and ever.