Another Kind of Christopher Lee Memory

It’s been a hell of a week, folks.

I had a crazy busy weekend, and then was down with food poisoning Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday I discovered my leave doesn’t accrue the way I thought and I’d have to burn two floating holidays to make up for the 48 hrs I spent on the bathroom floor.

I’ve done the sad thing for Christopher Lee, but the man made himself 5 lifetimes out of one and made it last nearly a century.

So let’s raise a glass (or a carafe, or a tumbler, or hell a bucket) and remember a man that grabbed life by the short hairs and didn’t let go for a long, long time!

Steven Glassman, I know you’ll remember this one! 😀

And because everyone else is posting it, here’s Sir Christopher’s version of My Way. I wish it was mastered differently, or maybe it’s my shitty speakers but his glorious voice isn’t given the attention it deserves. You could butter noodles with that magical bass!

Author: jennnanigans

Orlando-area writerly person.

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