A Michelle Shocked Short, Sharp, Shocked CD appeared on ebay at 7am, priced at Buy It Now for £9. This is VERY competitive pricing.
It was also far too early for me to make a major financial decision at this time of the morning.
Ditto with the Duck Rock CD that was priced the same.
I settle instead for Joni’s Hejira at a more middle of the road music and price of £5.
Robert Elms had a great feature on Dennis Server’s House. It’s one of the few things still remaining on my Ldn MUST DO list. Christmas seems the ideal time.
Caught by the River published Bill Drummond’s Shadows and Reflection piece. In typical JAMS style, he chose the minor task of rewriting a passage from The Bible.
Top bloke.
To the University! For, erm, Volleyball Sunday!
Blimey.
Yeah, we’re Rebels groupies. But we’ve got season tickets and love watching live sport. ANY live sport.
Having a state of the art Sports Arena on your doorstep, plus an elite level performance programme for basketball and, erm, volleyball, makes the decision easier.
I’m trying to justify to myself via a hit and miss blog post why I spent Sunday watching volleyball rather than being in the pub.
It was a brisk walk up to campus. I had the post-match Forest Focus in the AirPods. I offered to lend an earpiece to A.
The lucky lady.
She turned me down. And not for the first time.
The consensus seemed to be that Cooper got a performance out of the players he trusted at Wolves. But it still probably won’t be enough to satisfy the ambitions of the Big Fat Greek.
In Cooper’s favour was that there was a quick turnaround following the Fulham disaster. Two days isn’t enough time to line up your next sitting duck in the dugout.
I hope Cooper is still in charge for the visit of #lolspurs to the World Famous City Ground on Friday night. He deserves a Trentside send off at the very least.
But anyway.
Volleyball.
The women were on court first against Durham, followed by the men. Essex were in the game for each set, but still lost 3-0. They came close with some fantastic rallies.
There was an hour to kill before the boys took to the court. We dined on the cheapo out of date sarnies bought last night.
I didn’t fancy sitting around for an hour. The decision was taken to walk back along the Estuary, and the watch the football on the telly.
There was a stream forming along the passage that takes you down from the University to the Trail. Rainwater was trickling at a steady pace.
Back in Weird Wiv and the big old house along our road had a FREE pile of mistletoe outside. I like anything FREE, but probably not mistletoe.
I guess it depends on the company you keep.
A picked up a branch.
Oh.
We watched Luton do a decent job against Man City. This league is bloody relentless. Of course you want the plucky underdogs to win. But zero points for Luton certainly helps Forest’s cause.
#lolspurs Vs Newcastle followed.
I listened to the Galen and Paul album early evening. This has been out for a few months now. It’s passed me by. It’s very playful. Guns of Brixton it ain’t.
The not so smart thermostat was playing silly buggers again. Christ, it’s shit.
Blame the Fuck Face Gas engineer.
I listed my old London Knights jacket on ebay. It’s about three sizes to big for me now.
We both use to wear these, weekend in, weekend out for three years around the turn of the Century - a phrase which sounds as ridiculous as it is to type.
It’s strange how routines change. At the time I thought we’d be watching the Knights into our retirement. AEG had other ideas. It ‘mothballed’ the team, never to be seen since.
Gosh, I miss elite level ice hockey. Like I say, we’ll watch any old live sport.
I got sucked into some football BANTZ in the walking football WhatsApp group. That was a mistake.
We watched The Wicker Man to take us into Sunday evening. I wanted to make sure that it’s not as shit as I originally remembered.
It remains shit.