Tuesday, 27 June 2006

But you don't know what it is, do you Mr Jones?

A strange feeling of fresh chips hit me on watching last night's Bob Dylan documentary I taped off S4C this lunchslot. 'He's here' I mused, guessing that his Bobness's feet are now firmly planted on Welsh soil.
So the world's greatest living songwriter takes his name from the greatest poet of the 20th century before returning to Cwmdonkin Drive for one last whiff of Organ Morgan's riff off A Rolling Stone. Perfection.
See ya tonight Bob.

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