Im comin' home baby!

The Velvet Fog, Mel Torme sounds more like tarzan in this rendition.  Check out the shimmering white gowns, intense eye make-up and the exotic accents of 'the model dancers' swinging 60s chicks on motobikes.  Wow, motorbike fashion I have never seen before.  It's like watching the musical version of 007.  I'd say it's more stirred here, with a twist.  So hip bebe!  Oh Mel you are a dreamy honey log.

Piping like a marshmellow

As one gets a little older and a little more wise and old, one becomes all gooey inside like a delicious marshmellow that's just been roasted on the camp fire.  All charred, burnt, on fire and a little bitter on the sides but oh so sugary, sweet and satisfied on the inside.  Piping, it does it to me everytime. I melt when I see it poking out of the leather upper and when it's in contrast colour oh the turkish delight inside of me jumps for joy (especially if it's covered in chocolate like Fry's).  It take's a pair of hands, love and time to it right!