Hyacinth breaking free
Sitting in front of the television last night, totally engrossed in my shameful addiction (Troy, what happened?), one glass of wine mellowing me nicely, my serene mood was shattered when I spied Mr. Bob Dylan strutting across the screen in a Victoria’s Secret commercial. What the? I think I literally rubbed my eyes, believing I was truly seeing things. Of all the musicians, artists, singer-songwriters in the world, he is absolutely the last man I’d expect such a thing from. Elton John? Sure. Mick Jagger? Wouldn’t be such a big surprise. Paul McCartney? Maybe if all the models became vegetarians. But Bob Dylan? That’s just crazy.