We were only scheduled for a nibble out of the sun here, so I ignored it.
Forgive me, when I saw "Ring of Fire" I instantly thought of the old J. Cash tune.
For those fond of extremely spicy food, there is an unofficial variant of that song, in the day when friends and I would cross paths with a Cajun chef who would make chicken wings so deviously hot that you could not stop eating them or die -- we were addicted to the flavour and the endorphins.
But as with all guilty pleasures, there comes a cost:
I woke up with a burning ring of fire /
It went down, down, down, and the flames went higher/
And it burns, burns, burns, that ring of fire/
That ring of fire.
Those of you who know will understand. My apologies to everyone else -- this is a rather rude something you can't un-hear. But it's hilariously true! It didn't stop us from going back, once we recovered.
