Album of the Day: Suicide - Suicide
For some reason Sigue Sigue Sputnik comes to mind here. But a lot more stylish. I was expecting something dark, It’s actually quite uplifting. Rock ‘n’ roll should always be dumb and simple.
At times it sounds like an even seedier version of Soft Cell. The tape hiss just adds to the overall lo-fi effect. Thirty two minutes is the ideal time for any album. Ten minutes of that is taken up with Frankie.
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Robert Elms was full of Carnival Joy on BBC London. It’s been years since I went to Carnival. I’d probably enjoy it more now than I did twenty years ago.
Elms also played some Wreckless Eric. His new album is worth investigating, according to the New Cue.
There was a tetchy Friday exchange of emails with some Lambeth Comms bod. VERY tetchy. PR doesn’t seem to be a skillset required to work in the Lambeth Comms team.
Well I never.
The rat in mi dustbin started to fucking reek. We should have buried it deep down under after Dotty finished Mr Rat off.
The smell was so repugnant that a final resting place of the dustbin was shifted. If you can’t smell Mr Rat, then the violent killing never happened, right?
To Clacton! For the Airshow!
I wouldn’t have thought that this is my type of thing. But I really enjoyed the brief visit last summer.
It’s a freebie, natch, with all the air action taking place out towards sea. The beauty is that you needn’t even enter Clacton to catch most of the display.
We rolled out on the his ‘n’ hers Raleigh electrics. A route was plotted on the Velo Beeline 2 taking us towards Holland-on-Sea. We could combine the trip with some covert house hunting.
The weather conditions were sticky and overcast - perfect for a BOWLING afternoon.
Work delayed the short ride. This meant that we missed the Red Arrows. We reached Aingers Green and the puff of red and blue smoke in the distance confirmed that the Red Arrows had arrived in North Essex. We were able to catch most of the display from a distance.
Destination Holland-on-Sea was reached. We found a sea facing bench and set ourselves up for the afternoon.
A spotted some of her golf pals. I took to people watching, which turned out to be just as interesting as watching the aircraft action.
For some reason young kids kept on staring at us.
Oh. That’s odd.
A reckons it was because we were still wearing full on lycra with bicycle helmets and specs.
We made out way slowly towards Clacton, but the crowds were a little too much. A route was plotted back to Weird Wiv on the Beeline.
The Forest preview on BBC Nottingham ahead of Old Trafford away tomorrow was decent. Chelsea Vs Luton not so.
I kinda miss the horrid Hundred.
Whoops.