Help! My Snowman's Burning Down

I did really quite enjoy this and Gerry Mulligan’s Herb Alpert style of accompaniment, but it has nothing whatsoever to do with a snowman and instead features an executive gent (Bob Larkin) who seems content to live his life from a cast iron bathtub, in a room with no walls, somewhere off the coast ... of Manhattan. From what I could gather, he starts his day having a bath (fully clothed) then does some work before a cocktail with a toilet-paper mummified, martini-swilling, lady seems to scare him off. One minute he is hot, then cold, then dry then wet, then swimming before he even manages to get torpedoed! It is bound to be allegorical of the work/life balance or maybe it’s a test to get us to intellectualise something fundamentally whimsical? I couldn’t say, but it is quite good fun and as they’d say on the disclaimer - don’t try this at home. read more