Album of the Day: Giant Sand - Chore of Enchantment
An interesting album. It starts off with a slacker stoner feel, and then shifts to full on industrial. Are they fans of Beck by any chance? There wasn’t enough here to hold me through to the end.
⭐ ⭐
“It’s not that Gove is a serial letter writer. To be fair to the Tory Secretary of State, he makes some very valid points”
A decent run to start Sunday morning. I managed the 10km circuit for the first time since the operation.
It got off to a good start when I saw a WivGigs car being loaded up with rowers ahead of the Maldon race day.
Travel safely, fair winds, STAR crew.
There had been a downpour overnight. My usual puddle dodging towards the top of the town became lake dodging.
Oh woe is my lovely box fresh trainers.
There came a stage where I thought fuck it. Just push on through and don’t allow your OCD to spoil a decent run.
I passed a couple walking around the University using those ski like walking sticks. I don’t get it. It always looks most odd.
Sunday morning footballers were being dropped off by parents at the University football pitches. Those were the days.
I made it back down to the bottom end of the town. I reached Quayside. There was a very appealing pancake tide. The reflections in the water across to Rowhedge would have had Constable CREAMING himself.
I managed to be back at base and beat the silly Church bells. Gawd they get on my tits. All windows and doors were firmly closed.
My time for the 10km circuit was only 11 seconds slower compared to when I last ran this route back in July. I would hesitate to say that I am back at full fitness. But this is much sooner than I expected.
I listened to the post-match Forest Focus podcast whilst poncing around with my male grooming routine.
Forest are fucked.
To Colchester Arts Centre! For Vinyl Club!
Polly Harvey’s To Bring You My Love was up for appraisal.
I was pushing it a little late. You don’t say. I time trialed it on a very heavy MTB. I arrived just as the opening introductions were being made.
To Bring You My Love is almost 30 years old.
Blimey. How did that happen?
The Arts Centre PA was cranked up to the max. It handled the levels in the music superbly. Polly sounded raw as fuck. The backing music hit all the right quiet and loud spots.
It was quite something to hear this album once again being played incredibly loudly in an old Medieval Church on a Sunday lunchtime.
I closed my eyes and drifted off slightly as we hit side 2. Sometimes you need this escapism to get the most out of music.
The group discussion that followed was decent. I even contributed.
SHOUT OUT to the dude in the audience at the Arts Centre wearing what looked like on first appearance a darts style jersey. On closer inspection it was a Marillion T-shirt.
I stopped off for a brief Lidl run heading out of Sunny Colch. My rucksack was loaded up with BOOZE and cheap pasta.
A couple of yoof on MTB’s were pulling wheelies as I climbed back up Boundary Road.
Erm, Chapeau, yoofs.
The plan was to watch the Essex Blades American Football team playing on the University pitches. I had arranged to meet up with A.
The meet up was made, but there was no gridiron. The game was called off with pretty much no notice.
And so… To the Table of Dreams!
We had enough light remaining in the day for a brief knock up. This was a wind assisted game. That’s my excuse for losing 4-1.
N and S walked past once again. They did the exact same thing at the same time yesterday. We were wearing more or less the same clothes.
I fear they thought we were playing some 24 hour wiff waff marathon at the Table of Dreams.
A lentil and turnip homemade soup warmed me up whilst watching Villa Vs Man Utd.
We watched the Arena Buddy Holly special on Sunday evening. Paul McCartney was a cutie back in 1985.