The first cup of tea of the day was taken in the new mug. One of my Christmas presents was a TfL Victoria Line mug.
The tea tasted all the better for this. You wouldn’t want to be drinking out of a Central Line mug now, would you?
The Vic Line is MY line. I’ve been gravitating a little more to the Northern Line in recent years. But the Vic Line is where it all started.
The next task of the day was to cancel Netflix ahead of the next billing cycle at the end of the month. I can’t justify the new £7.99 price for simply watching Deep Space Nine in bed each evening.
Bye bye DS9, hello books.
I give it a month before I do a reverse ferret and realise that Captain Sisko and chums are half decent bedtime company.
Album of the Day: Rod Stewart - Every Picture Tells a Story
Bawdy, bravado and boastful. Rod at his boozy best. He’s come a long way since being Rod the Mod of Archway.
⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
M.I.A dropped a new mixtape - which was a nice surprise. It’s online only, but still.
The Postman Delivers: Billy Bragg’s Mr Love and Justice CD. It’s a double CD. I wasn’t expecting that. It’s made up of a band and solo version.
There was high water once again for the mid-morning walk.
You don’t say. That’s how the tidal system works, right?
We strolled along the Trail and as far as the University train crossing. It was damp and surprisingly quiet.
In the AirPods was a Political Party podcast with Michael Hestline. It was Centrist melt HELL.
We backtracked down to the river once again at the University, and then over to Lower Lodge. A new track has been built since we last plodded these paths.
And then back through the town, and back to base. A water cover had come loose on the main drag. There’s a lot of shit swirling around below there right now.
It became clear as we returned home that the rubbish hasn’t been taken away today. The City Council website clearly said 27th December is a normal collection day for Weird Wiv.
Whoops.
We also clocked some very early spring bulbs starting to shoot up in the front garden. This fills me with optimism for the dark nights ahead.
A bizarre conversation took place with A. She snaffled a cheapo Christmas trifle from the Co-op.
“I’m anchoring for a trifle!”
…exclaimed the girl. I asked Alexa to place this in a sentence. I think she meant hankering.
Hey hoe.
I played Aztec Camera’s High Land, Hard Rain album late afternoon. It was my FAVE album back in 1983. At a push, I’d say that it’s still sitting on top of the tree some forty years later.
I love how Back on Board morphs into a gospel song, and then the acoustic strumming of Down the Dip quietly takes over.
Outstanding.
Football, darts and BOOZE for Wednesday evening.
Never change, Jase.