Stealth Post!
I’m down in Manchester this weekend, so I have edited the timestamp on this post to appear some time on Saturday. This way your daily dose of pompous sermonising can still come your way, despite the absence of the Toad. But no more posts until Monday evening after this one.
I am visiting my Granddad and showing him pictures of our garden which, as an old duffer with the very greenest of fingers, I think he will enjoy. He is a lovely man, my Granddad. Very old fashioned, caring, generous and the perfect gentleman. Quite brilliantly, he is also something of a ladies’ man, even at his age. All the women down at the club get quite twittery over him, so I shall be taking studious notes on his tricks of the trade and hope to translate them into similar results in my own dotage.
Here are some songs I listened to a lot while living in a shitty, damp, freezing cold basement flat on Arlington Street in Glasgow. Drunks used to sleep outside our front door, which didn’t lock properly and the close stunk of piss. Lovely.
[Edit: Erm, for those of you who aren't Scottish: the close more or less translates as the stairwell in a block of flats.]
Sleeper – Vegas
Blur – There’s No Other Way
Lionrock – The Guide
The Bluetones – The Fountainhead
I think Lionrock’s Instinct For Detection might have been just about the first ever vaguely electronic album I ever bought, and I think I only did so because I loved the cover. How characteristically shallow!
blur!!!!!!!!!
manchester manchester manchesterrrrrr!
….so much to answer for…lying down to the southerners today.
what a good toadster you are. may it come back to you in spades when you’re “in your dotage.” : )
Bloody computer won’t let me comment on my own site at the moment. This is what I was trying to say:
JC, it was such a classic end of season performance. Fletcher would get the ball in a deep position. look up and there would be four people standing still up ahead of him and Michael Carrick standing still ten metres to his left. Absolutely no movement whatsoever. Clearly, they were done for the season and no-one really cared.
Hello again Jamila – yes indeed Manchester. Mum’s whole side of the family is from there. And a top weekend it was too, despite the torrential downpour. But then, no-one goes to Manchester for the weather really, do they!
Marcy – Good!!! My little brother is The Good Son. I am indubitably and always The Bad Son, except for a brief month when I got married and then five years ago when he first moved to America and was completely homeless and I ‘made a few phonecalls’. Other than that, Bad Son all the way.