Michael Watts, Melody Maker, 12 January 1974
AT NIGHT we sit on the verandah, Myrna and I, watching the bobbing lights of the yachts in the harbour below as the fireflies endlessly chase each other. She sips her port and lemon, me my vermouth, and through the hot evenings we listen to our Jackson Browne record...
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