Album of the Day: Kendrick Lamar - good kid, m.A.A.d city
Not really my kind of shit. Slick production. The speech in-between the tracks got on my tits.
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More running around town with the continued personal matter. We’re getting there…
It led to having a little time to kill in the town / city. No surprises that I strayed into charity shop territory.
There was a most odd item for sale in one of the shops: a Rowhedge Coastal Rowing Club vest. It was a little niche.
Back at base and The Postman Delivers: a new cheque book.
Blimey.
I didn’t order one, and I’m nowhere near to needing one. I think my last cheque was written out pre-pandemic.
One of the live recordings of Garibaldi Red from last week dropped. It’s a great 60 minute listen with plenty of optimism for the new season ahead.
It’s great how the podcast has grown over recent years. I remember listening when it was a wonky recording based on Evening Post (or whatever it’s called these days) clickbait headlines. Now the pod has the space and knowledge to dig a little deeper.
I was free late afternoon for a swim. The changing rooms were disgustingly filthy.
My swim was a little rusty. It’s been a week since I last put in the strokes. In my absence an underwater light show has been installed in the pool. The guiding lights change from red to yellow to green. I didn’t know when to stop or start.
It was an impressive 1km, despite the slow start. I’m pushing ever closer to clocking in at under 21 minutes.
The Monday evening purchase was for another Dulwich season ticket. The prices have been reduced this season, due to relegation and subsequently fewer games.
Throw in entry to the women’s matches and it remains great value.
We started to watch the King Richard tennis film. It was easy to follow, if a little lengthy. My brain can’t process films these days that require a little thought. Give me Purple Rain every night and I’m happy.
