No rants for once, just my thanks to the weather god for providing us with a sunny, breezy day. Perfect weather for doing nothing. I was meant to be mowing the lawn with our super-high-tech pushalong mower, but after yesterday's barbecue in Tottenham, and the resulting over-inebriation on the part of yours truly, the word "motivation" is not high on my words de jour. Slobbing around listening to the Freak Zone on 6 Music instead, joined at the hip with this sort of weather. One of the most innovative and least mainstream radio prog there could be and about as close to the Peel ethic that non-internet only radio manages. But the FZ is one of those progs that makes you feel proud to be British, having, fortunately, a broadcast system that isn't strictly commerical, and hence by necessity playing to the lowest common denominator. I bet a lot of fellow freaks and weirdos from SanFran, NYC and LA might 'get it', but most American radio I've received online doesn't get close...
Going for a carnivore's convention of befridged leftover barbie meat this evening.
And tomorrow, my place of work becomes civilised once again. Life is beginning to reveal some sorely missed good parts again. At last.
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