In a stroke of genius last week Clairebo put a mix CD of all the Bjork albums in the CD player in the car. Ever since, I have been looking for an excuse to drive places.

I remember the best night I ever had in Belfast. It was last winter, in their big concert hall thing by the river to see Bjork. It was a feast for the eyes and the ears and for the soul and Clairebo and I drove home more in love with each other, with the world and more in love with her than ever.


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