“Sadly the scheme doesn’t cover Lambeth’s own housing provision”
Album of the Day: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Henry’s Dream
Old Nick loves a rant. He also rambles an awful lot on this album. It’s more of an ode to BOOZE than a musical body of work. I had a hangover after the first three tracks. I prefer it when Cave is more introspective and questioning.
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I’ve pretty much given up with legacy media news. The 6am bulletins were trailing with “Sir Keir is expected to say…” blah blah blah bollocks.
What the fuck makes you think that? Are you able to predict the immediate future?
Oh. I see. You’ve been fed the lines by the Comms teams and are merely repeating them. It’s not exactly news, is it?
I would bloody love it if Sir Keir fucked around with the agenda and said something completely different later in the day. But being the centrist knob that he is, then of course he’s playing the game.
And then we come to the oh so incisive questions coming from a presenter to a correspondent.
Wait! Don’t tell me that these have been spoon fed by the correspondent ahead of the piece? Are you really so pig shit that you can’t think on your feet and put your own questions to the correspondent?
Legacy media treats the audience like idiots. Legacy media is shit. It should be put out of its misery.
This led to me being fired up for the morning run. The Claph’ham Common boot camp was in full swing before 7am. Now that’s how you kick start a weekend. I plodded around, doing my own leisurely thing.
The streets around Transpontonia are looking a right bloody mess. Blame this on Lambeth’s switch to the new fortnightly black bin bag collection; blame this on central gov fucking over local gov.
Whatever.
The policy doesn’t take into account how people live around these parts. Most are in houses that have been converted into flats. Two wheelie bins per property isn’t sufficient. We have 13 people living in our house.
I can’t but help think that it is creating an extra workload for the refuse team. They’re still emptying the same volume of rubbish, despite Lambeth’s nudge policy of composting and food waste etc.
But it’s all piled up, often over flowing. This is more work spread over two weeks, compared to a weekly quick dump of the wheelie bin.
Plus the streets around S Ldn bloody stink right now. This will only get worse as head into the summer months.
But anyway. Back to the run.
Strava tells me that my time of 38’25” is the exact same timing for when I ran the route two months ago.
A little more Late Junction listening followed for the morning work shifts. Nick Drake’s Black Eyed Dog was a cheery start to the working morning.
I caught up with some Forest podcast action. I missed out on the World Famous City Ground story in The Athletic yesterday.
Forest appear to be turning up the pressure on the lame duck City Council when it comes to the future of the ground.
I still think it’s political battering in an attempt for the club to get the best deal to remain Trentside. If they were to move to Platt Lane in Keyworth then I wouldn’t complain, mind.
Come mid-morning and out went the shout of: To The Oval! for the first of four days on the piss in the Peter May!
It’s thirsty work this cricket nonsense.
The walk through the back streets of SW8 was glorious. A fella was sitting by the Albert Square parklet [URGH] having a bit of a nature shit moment. It was really rather sweet.
There was an ecargo bike conference taking place at one end of the old ground. Talk about two worlds colliding. My focus was purely on cricketing matters today.
T rocked up just after the start of play. What followed was a VERY boozy day as we caught up over the space of seven hours or so,
Chin chin.
Surrey LEGEND Lobby made a return. I heard him before I saw him. I’ve not seen the old fella at The Oval since pre-Covid. I had feared the worse. He appeared as tired and emotional as ever.
Same again tomorrow.