Monday

Rain was threatened for early Monday morning, and so I aborted the swim with a run instead.

I tried to drag Anna out around the mean streets of the estuary wilds. She’s still walking with something of a limp after Parkrun on Saturday.

Prince kept me company for the 8km. Parade was timed perfectly from leaving the house, to finishing up with Sometimes It Snows… on my return.

The soundtrack is far better than the bloody awful Under the Cherry Moon film.

We have been pondering giving Graffiti Bridge a screening this evening. I think I’ll stick with the #lolspurs match instead.

@RobertElms opened with Me and Mrs Jones - the BEST adultery song ever written.


Nottingham folk back in the Fair City will have more of a thing for July, July, July - Billy Paul was the first artist played on Radio Trent 301 back in the day.

A beautiful voice.

Work was pretty manic for a Monday morning. Different clients, chopping and changing all over the place.

I had the green light to go and buy another domain. I’m working on the social media activity for the launch of a book next month. Part of the package is to set up a dedicated blog.

I’m pretty excited about it, but a little unsure about where all the content will come from…

I caught the final few overs of the morning commentary at The Oval. After the season opener away at Trent Bridge, Surrey now look like they will at least compete in the top tier of the Championship this season.

It was good to see #AnsariWatch once again being referenced.


Rain came and went at The Oval, and so did the work shifts.

I turned instead to Gilles Peterson, catching up from the weekend.

Trust yer man Gilles to have the best Prince reflection yet. It really is worth a listen, all three hours of the homage.

I made the mistake of entering into the murky world of online political video making late in the afternoon.

Oh dear.

Just Tell It Like It Is, etc.

And good luck to the Wiv Indies. They are spirited bunch.

Match Talk on BBC Nottingham was bloody depressing.

Please end this wretched season.

Now.

(I’ve still no idea how the Trent End boy within is cheering on bloody L******er City this season).

I spent an hour or so early evening continuing with my never ending photo unarchiving.


An absolute JOY cropped up from August 2005 - a walk around the Stockwell / Oval / Vauxhall Triangle of Intrigue.

I was commissioned by the lovely Stockwell Partnership folk at the time to photo map their footprint. I spent the bet part of a month pounding the mean streets of SW8, and then tagging the images in a Google map.

SO much has changed since then. Burnt out shells on the Clap’ham Road are now being sold as £600,000 flats.

It truly was a different age ago.

A bit more online admin, and then I settled down with some cheapo BOOZE for the #lolspurs match.

#lolspurs.

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