A positive Covid shit test to start the day. It wasn’t exactly unexpected. If you feel shit, then chances are that you are shit, so to speak.
My plan is to do absolutely FUCK ALL for the next week, wfh excepted, natch.
Some podcast catching up, some album playing and a lot of reading.
See you on the other side, Comrades.
Album of the Day: Gene Clarke - White Light
This was great! The songs are the real stars, pushed to the front in the production and allowed the space to dominate. The minimal use of the Hammond organ adds a little variety. It doesn’t grab you by the balls and say LISTEN TO ME. The quality spoke for itself. So good I played it twice.
⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
BLOGGED: Dr Martens & Defiance: Mayor’s Indie Move Stuns LibDems
“With both parties having fourteen Cllr’s, there is no mathematical ground for the LibDems to claim that they have the slight edge over Labour to form a minority administration.”
One of the first catch ups on the To Listen list was Noely G’s 6Music Weller recommendations. There’s some thoughtful commentary behind some of the left field selections.
No One In The World sounded wonderful. I like NG’s description of The Style Council as “the cocktail years.”
Chin chin.
Some new music was lined up. Richard Hawley’s latest album dropped today. This man can do no wrong. Seriously.
That voice; those clothes. Plus a working class attitude that doesn’t give a stuff about the music industry around him. Top man.
A brief garden inspection took place over luncheon. A bastard slug has beaten me to the first strawberry that wasn’t quite ripe up enough to pick.
I played around a little with a Canva plugin for ChatGPT. It crude and rather basic tbh. You’re better off using your own creative skills within Canva.
A bit more BLOGGED: Housing State of the Nation to be Discussed at Cabinet
“Colchester’s costs for temporary accommodation have risen dramatically, from £1.14 million in 2019/20 to £3.3 million in 2023/24, accounting for a significant portion of the Council’s budget.”
Thoughts turned towards t20 early evening.
Ah, but which game to watch? England at The Oval, or a Surrey road trip down at Hampshire?
We settled on Surrey.
It’s far too early for t20. The hit ‘n’ giggle should be played out mid-summer when it’s possible to sit outdoors for four hours without freezing your arse off.
The Competition That Shall Not Be Named can bloody do one.
I fear for County cricket.
C’mon the ‘rrey!