Some Chronic action and the Buzz fall out from the night before to start off Wednesday morning.
Meh.
Late Junction kept me company.
Was that really a Caribbean Waltz that was played?
ACE.
Never sure if #LateJunction makes more sense late at night or first thing https://t.co/2sU3fY2mdn Unique broadcasting, all the same.
— Jason_Cobb (@Jason_Cobb) August 3, 2016
I savoured the morning cycle and swim. Being stuck indoors yesterday was just rubbish.
I took the old MTB out along the Trail, half expecting it be caked in mud.
It was still bone dry, natch.
Forty lengths, and then a dash back to base for a day of work.
The green sticky thing on the side of the house has had a bit of a collapse once again. I hacked away over luncheon.
There. That felt better.
Another Co-op BOOZE run, and then an afternoon of work shifts.
I dug out Chris TT’s London is sinking album. I haven’t heard this in over a decade.
This lyric raised a wry smile:
“We’ll have to leave this sinful town, Mum said to me,
We’ll go out east and build a home down on the estuary”
Er, OK…
I then realised that I was listening to the wrong record. I meant to play Simple Kid 2 instead.
I had another Colne Radio DJ photoshoot early evening.
I think that’s just about it.
I was out and about with camera, and with a setting sun.
I legged it across Ferry Marsh and snapped away.
The photo front continued into the evening. I’ve been asked to help out on a spin off photo exhibition coming out of the Martin Parr work currently on display at firstsite.
I looked around briefly for a suitable template, before thinking: bollocks. Just build something bloody simple.
Test Match highlights finished me off for Wednesday.