Album of the Day: The Rolling Stones - The Rolling Stones
I love the energy and rawness here. It sounds like an album that was recorded in five days flat. It benefits from the DIY production. There’s a great choice of covers. These boys could go far.
⭐ ⭐ ⭐
I caught up with The Graun Politics Review of the Year. Gawd, that was bloody depressing.
The centrist voices coming up with all the Third Way shit usually do my head in. But even the Graun wishy washy liberal types had a real sense of anger about what has taken place politically in the past year.
That’s what happens when you have a fawning mainstream media that doesn’t always Tell It Like It Is.
Grow a pair, Graun types.
The Postman Delivers: Bragg’s Tooth and Nail, and an Echo and the Bunneymen Best Of.
My Bragg collection ended with English, Half English. I’m making an attempt to catch up following the triumphant Clap’ham gig.
I rolled out mid-morning on the Raleigh electric for the first time since the op. I think I remember how to do this.
Within two minutes and I was shouting out “YOU USELESS TOSSER” at an areshole motorist who pushed his luck a little with his close pass.
Twat.
The rest of the ride was more enjoyable. I reached Alresford. The pothole roundabout has been resurfaced since I last cycled through a couple of months ago.
Soon I was out along the empty Estuary Wilds lanes. There. That feels better. I’ve missed this solitary cycling experience.
The ditches either side were heavily flooded, despite dry weather and high winds in recent days. I needed to stay in Tour mode for most of the 45km ride as I battle a headwind.
A brief detour took place. One of the lanes has turned into a lake. I ain’t taking my Raleigh through there for anyone. The slightly messy Strava backtrack map played with my OCD sense of geographical perfection for the rest of the day.
I was back at base in time to catch the second half of West Ham Vs Man Utd. I listened briefly on talksport first.
Stuart Pearce said:
“You can’t do that these days.”
Yeah, right, Psycho.
And then it was time for Forest.
ffs forest, etc.
I found it a less stressful experience than previous weeks. There was so much emotional attachment towards Steve Cooper. This has not lifted for me.
Some garden tidying took place whilst listening to the BBC Nottingham commentary.
A couple of fist pumps were involved, followed by a VERY LOUD fuck late, late in added on time.
Oh well.
I’m not going to allow this result spoil my weekend.
Onwards.