And, so it seems, Mr J and P.
Mr J and P has many talents. His runner beano vino (see here) may not taste the best but it sure hits the spot (as I know to my cost....er hem...). His raspberry jam is delish:
and as for his jar of Rhubarb Love....
Rhubarb Love? What the heck is that about? Mr J and P tells me it should be rhubarb jam but he was thinking of me when he wrote it. Yeah right.
Anyway, here are some pics, courtesy of Mr J and P, of our exciting Saturday at the Rolling Stones (as mentioned in my previous post).
Photo warning: they're not very good.
|This is Temper Trap|
|These were Palma Violets. We liked them.|
|That would be Keith|
|That's Ron Wood|
|In the midst of all the lights and bluriness, Mick is wearing a little white dress. Yes! He donned one for a couple of numbers. A little white dress just like the one he wore at Hyde Park in 1969.|
I told you they were rubbish. Could it have been something to do with the fact that every time Mr J and P went to the bar he kept coming back with 4 pints?....There were just the two of us.....(poor Mr J and P - must have been seeing double).
We both had terrible headaches in the morning.....
Well you have to don't you?