Effin’ Useless Brits.

IMG_4110.JPG I’m an hour and a half into a 7 mile journey to work, but only done a mile and a half!  I put my winter tyres on the car yesterday and  left the house early to clear the path and the car of snow.  Seemed only sensible to me;  why is that not the same for everybody ?

Mind you, in a world stupid enough to vote for Brexit and Donald Trump,  it seems hoping for common sense is increasingly forlorn.

I have got the self titled album from A Winged Victory For The Sullen  playing in the car to try to soothe me – as large quantities of Jack Daniels would not be advisable at this time in the morning.

Any thoughts on any of the above,  anyone?

 

RR Forgotten Follow-Ups

 

I wasn’t very happy with the sub-ed. changes made to my recent RR column (https://www.theguardian.com/music/2016/sep/15/readers-recommend-playlist-the-forgotten-follow-ups)  I did get a nice email from Matthew apologising for some of it, and explaining the rest. (We’ve completely hooked him now, haven’t we?)

;o)

So I figured the simplest thing to do would be to post what I wrote here. Unsurprisingly, I think it’s sharper; less flabby because it doesn’t waste time laying everything out on a plate, which Matt believes he has to do for the benefit of new or casual readers. I also particularly wanted to re-instate my third paragraph. So here it is …

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Shouldn’t have mentioned firemen …

Well, we’ve had an interesting day. DsSis finally opened her bedroom curtains late this morning, and called “Er, Dad, you’d better come and look at this!”

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I’ve missed the local news so far, and it turns out this wasn’t even the biggest fire in our area today (this was – http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-leeds-36699036), but I’m still hoping it turns out to be a damage-only spectacular.

Naturally, the first song through the desk speakers when I sat down to do some work was this one:

 

Running in memory of DarceysUncle

Ever since our Dan died, I’ve intended to do a Spill thread about my brother. But grief kept kicking inspiration into submission: over the last four months I have stared at my keyboard dozens of times, and written not a single word! Now I’ve finally got a deadline looming that has helped me write something, even if it isn’t what I intended. Continue reading