Album of the Day: Shuggie Otis - Inspiration Information
SHIT THE BED. This was joyous from the first soulful vocals through until the final hammond organ sequence. It straddles folk revivalists with the cusp on soul taking some early steps towards disco.
I love the social message as well. Why isn’t this spoken in the same glowing terms as the What’s Going On masterpiece? Amazing!
⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Guess what? A bicycle ride for Thursday morning.
Never change, Jase. Never change.
Just like the old boy I overtook whilst riding out of the village. He had a proper old school roadie with the gear shifter on his top tube. The mechanics matched his woollen cycling clothes.
Chapeau, old fella. I hope to be you in thirty years time, albeit riding the Raleigh electric in the proud livery of Lidl.
The ride was short for work reasons. It took in the pond en route to Ardleigh. I stopped off for the obligatory selfie. The pond levels looked low.
Garden cuttings could be seen dumped in the many hedgerows around the Estuary Wilds lanes. This is what happens when you introduce a garden waste charge for the first time. At least they should eventually decompose.
I took in the Lidl run on the way back to base. It was all routine: smoothies, Bran Flakes, BOOZE. I passed on the offer of some cheapo Lidl cycling bib shorts.
Forest emailed later in the afternoon, sharing the wonderful news that the club now has a proud crypto partner.
Whoop de fucking whoop.
I turned to some pre-season podcast previews. There is plenty of optimism at the World Famous for the season ahead. Somehow we have managed not to have had a basket case of a pre-season. Yet…
Forest have also fallen under the radar of legacy media with their doom and gloom predictions for the club.
We’re not going to be watching Thursday night European football next season. But the only way is up, compared to the first two seasons back in the PL.
We had plans for pickleball once again early evening; once again the session was cancelled due to the high winds.
Oh well.
And so: To the Table of Dreams! Or rather the Table of Wind!
Blimey. That was blowy one. It was pretty much unplayable. But we were both keen for a hit ‘n’ giggle game of wiff waff.
A no spin rule was put in place. Just SMASH the fucker.
A did more smashing than me. She walked away with a 4-2 win. More rewarding was the personal flyover from the local flock of Canadian Geese.
It’s the Clacton Air Show next weekend…