January 5, 2009
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In the City
Crazy for the Jam I am. It comes with being away for a week and returning with a need to go through all my old cassettes. Also been listening to L7. VERY loudly. J thinks I listen to some terrible shit. But, you know, the baby needs to come out listening to punk and new wave and general roarrrrr music, methinks.
Spent a few days down in Dartmoor with J’s folks. It’s a bleak, grey, desolate, freezing fog kind of place. Beautiful. The frost hangs from the trees in white splinters; Christmas lights on the roofs of houses blink in the far far away. The newspapers tell of escaped beavers on the rampage and attempted burglaries. And, sadly, a pub that burnt down. Built circa 1450, burnt to a crisp December 2008. Like most buildings down there, it had had a thatched roof. There was nothing of it left except the outer wall and some smoking rubble.
Oh oh, and the nightclub in Bangkok that burnt down. I saw footage of discarded blackened shoes etc. Apparently the revellers at first thought the flames were part of the show. It’s horrific. So very sad.
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Jammin’ to The Jam? Sounds good to me.
I heard about that nightclub fire, too. That was pretty bad.
“It’s a bleak, grey, desolate, freezing fog kind of place.” That’s how us Yanks view England in general. All of the movies about England are either about rampaging hordes of Saxons/ zombies/ survivors or Hugh Grant and I’m not sure of the difference. -
@Okiebu - Haha. Hugh Grant says hmmm a lot. That’s about the only difference.
I’ve been more or less – well more – absent these days. I mostly came by to let you know I’d posted a couple of pictures I wanted you to see (only because I felt they belonged to you somehow – I couldn’t possibly explain it). And then I read back a few entries and realized how I missed reading here. You’re a bit brilliant, you know.
x.g.