Sadly, yes, it's come to this
I put an SD card into the kitchen
stereo. Then I walked over to the cooker to turn down the burner
under BLISS' greens, which were boiling too rapidly.
Admittedly, this wasn't too
enthralling, and my mind wasn't at full capacity. It was wandering.
Still, when the music came on louder
than anticipated, and I was reducing the heat under the pan, just for
a fraction of a second, I was concerned to be turning a control
anti-clockwise without any reduction in volume.
Just a fraction of a second...
What was on the SD card?
Well. After the home FA Cup disaster
against Blackburn, I needed something warm and soothing. Taking away
the thoughts of mincing up a tactically inept genius French manager
and adding him to the ingredients making up Iceland burgers.
It was the Charles Lloyd Quartet. The
Mirror album. Mellow and beautiful. It almost worked.
A sketch (uncredited) of the Charles
Lloyd Quartet from the London Jazz News.
A Walking Dead catch up
I have my orders. [Hors d'oeuvres which
must be obeyed. Comes bursting into my brain every time 'orders' are
issued. I absolutely buy into the theory that we find Basil Fawlty so
funny because we recognise there's a bit of him in all of us.] The
Walking Dead. Season three, episodes three to nine, so says DLL, by
next Friday night. She even sent me the link I need. I'd better get
started. It'll be a pleasure, it's a fantastic series.
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