Ploughing through a somewhat rock-orientated playlist in work, trying to distract me from a beer-induced lack of sleep last night, and Sabotage by the Beastie Boys comes on.
I love this track, but it also provokes other memories. Specifically, lying on FBS's sofa late one Saturday night with a music channel on, kissing and hands everywhere (as were her's). We'd been at it for some time, but when this particular song ended, she dragged me upstairs where we quickly undressed each other and, well, you know.
Good times.
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