Oooh you're a naughty mess

f'n' 'k' tho' congested and sad/ father took us for lunch yester. at a notable local tapas bar, which was excellent/ we'd much calamaris, octopus, lamb cutlets, garlic chicken, spicy potatoes, warm bread and vin red/ polished it and us off with their sublime pistachio ice cream and lick-you-er coffees/ today is rain and cold tho' the knife like wind of the last cpl days's dissipated/ sipping a nice argentine rouge and awaiting the arrival of my castle speaker stands/ i've got two items on order, some silver speaker cable and a russ andrews reference power cable (or cord') and then c'est ca, no more, just me and records/ buying new kit it is kick in itself/ even good cables are pleasing to one's aesthetic sense/ but one has to stop at some point, let the components settle in and just enjoy the music/ were it not for music one would not be attracted to hi-fi in the first place/