A return to Serenade Radio for the 7am shift.
There was no real reason. The easy listening seemed to suit what was more autumnal weather than summer.
This soon changed with some South London Hardcore podcast catch.
Jack and Steve went on hiatus over a year ago now. The sheer volume of their output means that I am still playing catching.
I’ve reached the SLHC Alumni Playlist:
“We put together a playlist of musicians who studied in South London, including Blur, Klaxons and Pink Floyd.”
You’d be hard pushed to find a playlist that switches from Humphrey Littleton and his Big Band to S Ldn grime.
‘AV IT.
I’m not quite sure where the musical dots then led me, but I somehow found myself reliving the Nu Wave of New Days.
S*M*A*S*H, These Animal Men, Menswear.
Blimey.
“Britpop without the good bits.”
Arf.
A little more work, a little more musical exploration.
Confession: I’ve liked the bloody Beach Boys.
Richard Williams’ After Smile blog post got me searching for the SMiLE Sessions.
Um, what the fuss all about?
Apologies, muso purists; I gave up halfway through.
Time for a swim.
I cycled the length of the Trail and then… cycled all the way back again.
Which twat left his swimming bag back at base?
ARSE, Jase.
I did consider a nude swim. It would have led to anarchy in the UKIP Racist Spa.
And so some serious weeding in the garden instead.
I hacked away at all the crap that I didn’t like. This included some chunky thing that has been creeping over the garden wall.
The spiky thing that we chopped down some five summers ago is still breeding. I pulled up a baby spiky thing. It must be the fifth generation.
I tried to cut down a bamboo shoot that is growing inside the… bamboo garden fence covering.
Both shoot and covering ended up not surviving the session.
We had an all company webinar late afternoon. These are actually half decent. They are something of a lifeline for the remote worker.
We were given a friendly warning about sorting out Christmas availability.
OUCH.
More school work dropped.
Rather a lot to be honest.
Oh…
I bashed out a brief Buzz piece on the Carnegie book-ish gym.
What the chuffers are they thinking?
Lambeth Scrutiny is b0rked, Comrades.
A mad dash of a window clean, more work, and then the t20 on Sky.
BOOZE free.
Blimey.