Raw, huh, what is it good for?
Absolutely positively plenty.
Things we learned while watching Raw last night…
- alcohol is the root of all things sexual, be it homo or hetero
- Tiny still can’t speak but he can fill a lunchbox with his custard-like “jizz”
- JoJo drinks like a bastard but does a mean dessert
- oral sex and full frontal male nudity have a place in indigenous Irish drama
- women are crap at fighting in bars
- Australo-Czech relations are heating up
- there is a time and a place for La Femme D’argent by Air, that, however, wasn’t it
- a bar somewhere in Dublin serves absinthe by the tray. Really?
- next week’s show will involve lots of stuff being smashed by a variety of characters
And just one more thing as the baul Columbowas wont to say…
One wonders did RTÉ change the timeslot for Raw (from 9.30pm to 9.55pm) to avoid clashing with The Apprentice (9pm) on tv3? Probably a wise move. The Apprentice was, again, slick and engrossing, particularly the last part of the show where they squirm like eel/weasel/worm hybrids. When a format works it works. And Dr Bill rocks. But the blatant product placement is shameful. Isn’t that illegal??
The splendid La Femme D’argent in all its glory.
Crinkl(e)y Links…
Another definition of the adjective Raw…
People type “Charlene McKenna naked” into search engines. And this somehow brings them to these very pages. Charlene McKenna is the actress (is actress politically incorrect?!?) who plays the character of JoJo in the much talked about RTÉ drama Raw. And a fine actress she is too. But for those of you looking for naked images of her… I’m afraid you’ve come to the wrong place.
Watch Raw later at 9.55pm on RTÉ2 to get your fix instead. Review here tomorrow. But still no naked pics.
More info on Charlene here.
I guess you’ve made it when people type your name into search engines alongside the word naked?!?
Sure to inspire…
Some stunning posters I discovered via Mulley’s fluffy links. These are some of my favourites…
This one’s my favourite (I think!)…
45 more stunning gig posters can be found here at wellmedicated, a lovely design resource. There really are a wide range of abstract styles. All are intriguing and wonderful in their own right. And lots and lots more great posters can be found here. It really is an artform.
If you like these, then you’ll also like this… it features 50 incredible film posters from Poland. This is my favourite…
It’s for Weekend at Bernies of all films.
And for me, this was a close runner-up …
It’s for Fatal Attraction
Slow down you move too fast…
An aunt of mine passed away recently. She was a classy lady and I miss her. So much so that I often go out of my way to cycle past her old house to nod and remember her with a smile on my way home.
She had one of those old fashioned record players that seemed to play records in a way an i-pod never will. A beautiful crackle here and there. A sense of romance and intrigue.
My abiding memory of her is playing Simon & Garfunkel records. Particularly Feelin’ Groovy (The 59th Street Bridge Song). So today I post this song in her honour…
And for those of you who are moving too fast… slow down!
Howd’ya like them apples?!?
Raw, Image (c) rte.ie
So episode 3 of Raw was on last night. I thought it was the best yet. The writing was/is very sharp. Some cracking one-liners and put downs. The tension and drama are coming along nicely, narrative arcs are well on the way with new twists and turns to complement them.
The setting for last night’s episode, the customer-less empty restaurant with the rain and wind lashing outside, gave the scenarios a real claustrophobic feel, they were almost trapped within the restaurant. And this worked a treat.
The performances have been generally quite good. Keith McErlean as Shane is excellent. Understated and subtle. Charlene McKenna as JoJo is always close to the edge but never over the top, a fine actress. And the rest of the characters are well cast, well directed and well played. A well chosen, on form ensemble.
Something I questioned earlier was the chemistry between Bobby and Rebecca but even that is developing nicely. And even Geoff has become less of a one dimensional, stock character. He has more depth now which is no harm. One downsight was Mal’s post-cocaine high. It was way over the top in forcing home the point. A bit of easy plotting from the writer’s, as a character device it was a little stereotypical and could’ve been handled in a more subtle way.
Raw still proves to be quite divisive with audiences, particularly over at LouderVoice. Some love it, some can’t stand it.
I was wrong about the look of Raw. It looks really good. Nicely shot, smooth grading work, peaking not an issue as I previously thought. So hats off to those involved.
One last thing on Raw, I wonder do they give away a little too much with their “on next week’s show” teaser?
The Apprentice, Image (c) tv3.ie
The Apprentice on TV3 was much slicker than I expected in truth. Very nicely shot and lit. Lovely aerial shots and tightly cut for the hero and villain approach. The contestants are very aware of themselves and how they are portrayed. And businessy type people can be highly irritating, full of buzz words and morkeshing speak. They all know the format and how it works. But the real drama is watching them squirm and blame each other for failing to close the big deal. The deal in question, selling a few bananas.
And sometimes it’s hard to take Dr Bill seriously; Tom Dunne’s fault really.
But all in all The Apprentice is somewhat engaging. And again, like Raw it’s always more engrossing when the accents are familiar and local. I reckon it’ll do very well ratings wise and about time TV3 produced something home-grown to such a high standard. Their website is quite nice too, fairly comprehensive.
Last night I also watched Massive on BBC 3. It’s an alleged comedy starring Ralf Little and Johnny Vegas but it’s neither original nor funny. In fact I’ve seen it before, every scenario, every character, the bigger picture. It’s not big and it’s not clever as Bryan Boyd might say.
Can you meme yourself?
Some fine folk have been posting about dinner parties and whatnot recently. I’m not sure how to pronounce it or what it stands for but a meme has been doing the rounds.
I do believe there are Rules:
Pick 8 people you’d like to invite to dinner, dead or alive or re-animated / resurrected.
Say why
Link your answers back to HERE
Give credit to the person who tagged you
Tag three others
Admittedly I didnae get meme’d (sounds painful) but I’m both bored and intrigued so here’s my list all the same…
1) Barack Obama – for energy, for hope, for change, a zeitgeist selection.
2) Jack Nicholson – I’d say that lad has a few stories to tell.
3) The Ultimate Warrior - I was a huge fan as a child. He’d bring a bit of colour, muscle and spectacle to proceedings.
4) Peter Kay – for a few post aperitif laughs.
5) Joe Strummer – he could say grace and then rock the show after dessert.
6) Audrey Hepburn – she just oozed class. She’d bring some much needed glamour and grace to proceedings. Plus I’d say she’s great craic after a few glasses of Bailey’s.
7) Rasputin - a historical figure who always fascinated me. Might try and turn it into an orgy tho. Audrey Hepburn wouldn’t be into that kind of thing.
8 ) And finally, Russell Brand – for eccentricity, unpredicatability, a bit of style, and plenty of laughs.
Can you credit yourself? If so all credit to NaRocRoc!
I tag…. hmmmmmm? How about Bryan, Mr Taxi and Mr Delightful.
“There’s not enough hype in the world”… hmmmmm?
Glasvegas are so hot right now. Still, they’re not to be confused with the TG4 show of the same name. Which was apparently “THE SHOW IRELAND HAS BEEN WAITING FOR…”. That may well be but the Scottish band are not the band I’ve been waiting for. Their self-titled debut album has just been released. NME.com describe the album as “sonically perfect” and rate it at a heady 9/10. They say “there’s not enough hype in the world for Glasvegas”. Now if that doesn’t put you off right away please read on. “They are an important, amazing, real band that won’t let you down”. I beg to differ. I feel let down. They remind me of The Frank & Walters, minus their wit, energy, and mostly their melody.
Not only have NME gotten high on Glasvegas hype, Bryan Boyd, in his Irish Times review, described the album as “very big and very clever”. Worse still in a Ticket article he goes on to say Glasvegas are “not just the best new band in Britain this year but quite possibly the world”. Faint praise indeed. The thing is, I just don’t get it. We all know hacks need hype and hype sells magazines. And it makes them feel part of the whirlwind, especially if they get in on the act early. As NME state “there’s not enough hype in the world”. So why not create some more? Alan McGee’s backing it so it must be good right? Throw in a working class background and a few Oasis anecdotes and you’ve got a cover story. Couldn’t damage circulation figures any more right? And as Jim Carroll, over at On The Record, points out, that the hype is certainly paying off, so much so that their promoters MCDjust don’t know what venue to book them into. And only for Metallica, they would’ve nailed the number one spot in the charts last week.
As Giant Axe, a commenter on the nme.com review page, states… “you’ll love this if your idea of good music is The Proclaimers singing over a watered down Jesus & Mary Chain b-side. A good record for falling asleep to.” You know Giant Axe I think you’ve cracked it.
I could post a Glasvegas track but the backlash begins here so I’m gonna play this instead. After All by The Frank & Walters.
And while I’m at it, another thing I just don’t get is this… the continued success of Dara Ó’Briain. What’s that all about? Am I missing something?
Raise your raw skinny fists to Hopeland….
On Sunday evening I braved the biblical downpour that befell Dublin and made my way through the Iveagh Gardens to find comfort in the very cosy Spiegel Tent to witness The Electric Picture Palace. And I wasn’t disappointed. Well not by the music anyway. 3EpKano were superb. Subtle yet cinematic. Always starting sparsely before building gently to stunning crescendos. I was suitably impressed. And the sound of the rain hitting the tent provided the perfect compliment.
Musically 3EpKano strike me as a cross between Godspeed You Black Emperor and Sigur Rós, sans vocals. That said they are their own band with their own sound. Had I the talent or the dedication, they’re the kind of group I would love to be part of. Here’s a video…
I was however disappointed by the visuals. They were supposed to be the foremost element of The Electric Picture Palace. So much so that 3EpKano were literally hidden behind the 2 projector screens. I understand Donal Dineen had technical issues but that doesn’t explain some of the poor visuals work. It’s almost as if he didn’t know the music at times or how it would develop. Instinct and timing are central to good visuals at a gig and neither of these were in strong supply. Some of the visuals were quite effective but technically the display left a lot to be desired. Transitions were poor, use of layering and FX unimaginative, and there was over-reliance on the same stock clips.
I expected better given Dineen’s talent and having read this before the gig. He’s a fine DJ. And his work on early No Disco was often pioneering but maybe visuals are not his forte. This felt like a vanity project for him but if you’re gonna put yourself on a pedestal in this way back it up with some substance. A lighting rabbit and some unimaginative visuals weren’t enough. In this instance it would’ve been better served if the visuals supported the band and not the other way around.
The Paddy McGuinness gig last night in the Olympia was ok. Nothing more nothing less. As mentioned in a previous dispatch the ticket was free and expectations were low. There were some laughs but the material wasn’t top notch and McGuinness owes a huge debt to Peter Kay for his career as a whole but also for his delivery style and type of material. I like comedy with a bit of originality, a bit of edge and McGuinness provides neither. That said he’s a likeable enough stand-up in a cheeky chappy, Northern England, working class kinda way. But all in all a mediocre gig that finished at quarter past ten. If I’d paid €30 for a ticket I’d be disappointed.
When I got home I watched a bit of TV. Unfortunately I didn’t get to see episode 2 of the divisive Raw last night due to the comedy gig but I watched it this morning. I thought it picked up nicely where episode one left off. Similar energy and drive, characters and arcs are developing nicely. Again some flaws but not enough to get in the way of the enjoyment. Some nice twists. And again some well chosen music on the soundtrack. From The Ronettes to Jape, Hanson to the Chemical Brothers. Good work. Watch episode 2 here.
Last night I also watched The Dark Side of Fame with Piers Morgan. It got up close and personal with comedian Jim Davidson and pulled very few punches. Davidson doesn’t come out of it with much credit. Wrecked a few marriages and blames everyone but himself for his indiscretions and general arsehole-ish ways. In fact he’s quite a detestable human being. He’s shown to be racist and homophobic in equal measure. An online forum described him as thus… “I think Hitler and Ian Huntley would be more tasteful.” But I couldn’t help pitying him. An interesting programme. The kind of show Ryan Confidential wishes it could be.
Read Mike Ashley’s statement regarding the state of affairs at Newcastle Football Club. It’s very interesting, well worth a gander. Just goes to show how quickly it can all go sour in Premiership football and how money can be literally thrown away by the million.
The week that was / is…
There’s so much going on in Dublin right now what with the likes of the Theatre Festival, the Fringe Festival , Hard Working Class Heroes and the comedy festival. It’s hard to keep up.
Calexico
After watching Ireland’s solid, if unspectacular, performance against Montenegro, I had the pleasure of seeing Calexico @ Tripod on Wednesday. A fine gig, by a fine band. They have such a lovely, underrated sound. Beautiful balance. Capable of rocking it but lovely when mellow. The amazing trumpeteer Jacob Venezuela was on top form. As was the pedal steel guitarist who looks kinda like Fintan O’Toole in a lumberjack shirt. They’ve also recruited a new guitarist who looks like the offspring of David James and Rio Ferdinand, but more reliable than both.
Highlight: the ever brilliant cover of Love’s Alone Again Or.
Lowlight: In your face security at the end of the gig. Annoyingly it was just so the student night could start at eleven. Three meathead bouncers stood over me as I finished my pint, less than 5 minutes after the band finished. One told me to “stop drinking like a woman and get the fuck out”. Did I not pay for my ticket and for the pint? Why do we put up with this shit? Plus Calexico had promised a customary second encore which never materialised. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were told to “stop playing like women and get the fuck out”. A disappointing end to a fantastic gig.
Image (c) Jo Strømgren Kompani
On Thursday I went to see a very striking play/performance called Polaroid @ Smock Alley as part of the Fringe Festival. A Norwegian hybrid of physical theatre and contemporary dance, Polaroid details what Greenlandic Inuits get up to when the nature documentary cameras stop rolling, when the helicopters leave and there are no outsiders watching. Love, life, death, sex and dancing. All at once.
Image (c) Jo Strømgren Kompani
Much of the play is in Greenlandic. And sure why not?! A sexy, fluid, beauifully realised production. Containing very physical and intelligent dance, excellent Swedish music and stunning lighting design. For me Polaroid highlighted how language and dialogue need not be the be all and end all of theatre. Movement, tone, lighting, music and mood contribute so much. A facial reaction often says more than a monologue ever will.
It seems Raw, RTÉ’s new drama, has been quite divisive. Some like it. Some don’t. Others think it’s “crappy“. And some don’t like the way snooker is portrayed. Episode 2 is on tomorrow evening. We’ll see how it develops.
This week also saw B’Dum make the outrageously blasphemous claim that REM are greater than the Beatles. Pure madness form the Longford Leader. At least Darren is keeping it righteous (see comment #2) over at Pedro Monscooch’s great Beatles post .
The REM v Beatles thing reminded me of this classic Alan Partridge moment…
Hard Working Class Heroes is on this weekend and unfortunately I won’t get to see any of it due to other engagements and having to work for the man. Via Una I discovered the excellent MUZU TV site which has a special HWCH section shining a light on many of the acts playing the festival. It’s like an Irish version of the wonderful La Blogothèque. The videos are shot in a similar one take, lo-fi manner but look cool and have really great sound. Hats off to the MUZU brigade. I shall be dipping in and out a lot. And shall post some vids here in due course.
Friday night; Micheal Gambon, Micheal Colgan and Jimmy Carr on the Late Late Show. Great stuff. Gambon’s anecdotes were wonderful, Carr’s one-liners equally so. Watch it here. Lisa Hannigan’s performance was beautiful too. Looking forward to hearing her debut album.
Tonight, Sunday, it’s The Electric Picture Palace with Donal Dineen & 3EpKano @ the SpiegelTent. Should be interesting, I hope.
I guess I’ll have to tape Raw tomorrow night, Monday, as it’s Paddy McGuinness at the Olympia. A free ticket and low expectations. We’ll see, I might be surprised.
Rant:
Plastic Bags have been annoying me greatly this week. The 22 cent environmental charge is all good by me. But do they have to be so shit? Every time I get shopping they rip. Every time. Bastardos.
Rant Over.
A Saturday morning short animation…
This is a beautifully made, high quality short animation piece entitled Oktapodi. Simple yet wonderful.
With thanks to Mr Delightful!
“I can only feel my ego swellin’!”
So says Guy Garvey, lead singer of Elbow who have won the Mercury Music Prize with the Seldom Seen Kid. It’s a really fine, dark n dirty, romantic album so I’ve no complaints. Plus they’re a great band live which is always a bonus.
Here’s the moment it was announced by the ubiquitous Jools Holland followed by the band’s acceptance speech.
Further reaction here, here, here and here.
There’s a great live version of the fantastic Seldom Seen Kid , as performed a while back on Tubridy Tonight , here.
Raw? It does exactly what it says on the tin…
From rte.ie (c)
Some dictionary definitions of the adjective raw…
Uncooked. Powerfully impressive. Not processed or refined. Cruel and unfair. Outspoken; crude. Stark. Naked. Fresh.
I tuned in to the new drama series Raw on RTÉ last night. And I was certainly impressed. Maybe not powerfully so but it’s early yet. Raw certainly felt fresh and, in ways, unrefined. And in that same vein, it also felt, at times, crude and outspoken, but that’s in no way meant as a criticism. Drama shouldn’t feel safe and warm at all times. A bit of bawdiness is sometimes necessary to stir up emotion, create tension and drive conflict and Raw doesn’t fall short on of any of those.
RTÉ’s blurb describes Raw as thus…
A six-part drama series set around the heady world of a top Irish
restaurant. Sharp and contemporary, Raw explores the true friendships,
bitter rivalries and unexpected passions that emerge in the
heat of the kitchen of an up-and-coming Dublin restaurant
And it’s not far wrong. Irish audiences want to see Irish settings, Irish characters, Irish stories and naked Irish skin. And Raw ticks all the necessary boxes.
Raw deserves a wide audience. It felt organic, it felt like a real, grown-up drama regardless of its nationality. The direction was spot on, nicely cut and very well cast. Good location work too, Dublin looked great. The music worked, wasn’t overly invasive. In fact the choices of Neo-Supervital and Underworld on the soundtrack were inspired.
There were mostly positives but some flaws. Particularly the unoriginal relationship, and moreso, the lack of chemistry between Bobby and Rebecca. Some plot points were a little loose, some devices formulaic but there were unexpected twists and turns that worked a treat.
I’m not entirely sure if I love the look of the show (ie, the cinematography). There’s lots of high contrast, high key exposures and video doesn’t usually like too much peaking, HD or otherwise. I’ll have to have a look at the second installment before I make up my mind. That said it was nicely shot, framing and shot selection were spot on and the camera moved when it needed to. It was also nice to see some of Maser’s fine work featured. I wonder was he consulted?!?
Home-produced drama has been improving year on year. There have been some duds but plenty of successes, on both RTÉ and TG4. So both must be commended. So much so that I feel, in Ireland, we make better TV drama than we do cinema. But that’s for another post, another day.
We’ll see how Raw develops but for the moment I’m liking the menu. All in all an appetite-whetting starter.
Episode One can be watched here.
On another note, the Raw microsite on rte.ie is really quite cool. Some nice behind the scenes interviews, tracklistings, downloadable ringtones (?) and even some cookery demonstrations. So hats off to those involved for such a professional endeavour.
Escape to victory…
So the weekend that was… Sportingwise.
From Inpho / rte.ie (c)
Kilkenny put on a hurling sporting masterclass. Such supreme talent from one small county. Really makes me wonder how many Olympic medals, world champions and great Irish football teams we would have had over the years had those guys not been born with hurleys in their hands? That said I wouldn’t change a thing. It’s a pleasure, like yesterday, to watch their breathtaking natural ability on show. And they will continue to dominate for a while yet. Disappointing for Waterford but they’re just not in the same stratosphere as Kilkenny. No-one is.
Great article by Tom Humphries in the Irish Times here.
From Reuters (c)
Andy Murray outfought, and outthought, Rafael Nadal in the US Open semi final last night. A great match, some wonderful tennis played. Excellent athleticism from Murray; plus he never lost his nerve despite some thrilling comebacks from Nadal. A most enjoyable semi-final. Murray goes on to play Roger Federer in the final later tonight. Note… recent mention of Federer’s demise on these very pages might have been slightly premature!
Solid enough performance from Ireland on Saturday and a steady start to the campaign. Nothing spectacular but that’s fine for now. For the first time in a long time I felt all the way through that Ireland would win. And so it was. The obligitary hairy moment at the end when Georgia got one back but there’s reason to optimistic. Steven Reid coming back into the side is such a boost. He makes the spine of the team (ie, Given, Dunne, Reid, Keane) a lot stronger.
The first goal was the kind of goal we haven’t been scoring often enough. Some neat interplay down the right between Keane and McGeady, a good ball in and a tidy header from Doyle. Heartening stuff. Another 3 points in Montenegro on Wednesday is the order of the day.
England continued in their own inimitable vein of mediocrity with an uninspiring 2-nil win over the mighty Andorra. Be interesting to see how they get on against Croatia in Zagreb on Wednesday.
Amir Khan ended up on his arse. Breidis Prescott sent his legs a-wobbling after 25 seconds and that was the end of it. Worth a look…
I wonder if the extremely imaginative headline “Amir Khan’t” has appeared in this morning’s papers? One thing is for sure, there’ll be questions asked in Sky this morning over their decision to buy the rights to his series of fights. 40 seconds of a bout is hardly a return on their (rather large) investment.
In golf, Rory McIlroy threw away a golden opportunity for his maiden tour victory, but the wins will come. He showed he can play. More here.
And as Columbo was wont to say, just one more thing….
I walked into a shop yesterday and this jumped out at me; a sub-heading from the Sunday Independent read like this…
IRISH STUDENTS ARE SEX MAD, BOOZE MAD AND COCAINE MAD.
One cigarette is the price of oral sex in UCD.
Really? What a f*ckin rag of a paper. Not worthy of a further rant.
He who bites last…
Another Saturday morning Short Film… This time it’s the delightful (and beautifully shot) Teeth. Directed by John Kennedy and Ruairí O’Brien (who was also Director of Photography), Teeth is a short “last laugh” tale of two old friends, their teeth and a series of events that leaves them lost for words. The idea for Teeth was based on a story director Ruairí heard from his father, actor Niall O’Brien who stars in the short film with Niall Tobin.
Teeth was produced by Noreen Donahue under the Irish Film Board’s now defunct Short Shorts scheme.
The best a man can get? I’m not so sure…
When watching the old idiot box in the corner last night an advert for Gillette Fusion came on. You know the one.
It’s the ridiculous ad where Roger Federer, Thierry Henry and Tiger Woods harass some poor guy trying to have a shave in his bathroom or pick up an item from the supermarket shelf. They assault him into submission with various sporting missiles. They then have a good old laugh at his expense.
It set me thinking…
Before Roger signed up to Gillette he was the number 1 tennis player in the world. And how he has fallen from those heady heights in a very short space of time. Henry was also one of the top strikers around. Then this summer he and France had a disastrous European Championship. Now he’s an injury-plagued substitute at Barcelona, his best days behind him. Even Tiger has been a victim of fate, he hasn’t played in months as a result of a debilitating knee injury and Padraig Harrington has since taken his mantle as double major winner. And now Tiger will miss golf’s premier event, the Ryder Cup. Notice a trend?
And now Gillette have gone for some localised branding by dressing Brian O’Driscoll, Seán Óg Ó hAilpín and Jason Sherlock in the other three’s discarded black suits. The ridiculousness continues.
And so does the trend…
An injury-plagued O’Driscoll recently had to jack in the captaincy of Leinster as it seems he’s unable to shoulder the burden. We all know what happened since Jayo signed up to Gillette Fusion. Dublin were humiliated by Tyrone in the All-Ireland quarter-finals. Didn’t exactly cover himself in glory. And as for Seán Óg Ó hAilpín, well Cork rolled over very easily this year, well beaten by Tipp in Munster and Kilkenny in the qualifiers.
In fact if you look at the photos for the branding of Gillette Fusion in Ireland, you’ll see that the three lads are very confused as to what sports they play. But at least they’re having fun…
So are Gillette Fusion’s “gentle micropulses” to blame? As the great Steve Staunton once said, “You tell me”.
Edit… Andrew Fifield touched upon much of this stuff in an article in the Irish Times recently. I was blisffully unaware until now. So hats off to Andrew, he got there before me.
Last Night…
Over at OutsideIn recently, in a post entitled Charlie and the Good Samaritans, Bryan recounted his experiences on the M4 motorway when a number of people went out of their way to offer assistance after his car had broken down. In the comments section I was sceptical about humanity, having encountered the opposite experience when I had suffered a fall from grace my bike near the Point Depot (I just can’t call it the O2!). And that was despite my spectacular Chuck Norris / Van Damme style dismount! You had to be there.
Anyway I am delighted to announce that that very scepticism was washed away last night. I was cycling home at about 9pm. I had left my hi-visibility jacket at home (it’s a long story) and only had one light working (the rear red one). As I cycled along a quiet Clontarf street an oncoming motorist flashed his headlights in my direction. As he pulled into his driveway he rolled down his window and said “will you get some lights, I could hardly see you”. Now I fully agree with him re: lights. Especially now the evenings creep in and darkness reigns a lot earlier. But it’s not what he said, it’s how he said it. It was in no way patronising. In fact there was a great deal of compassion in his voice, he genuinely cared for my safety. So I cycled the rest of the way home delighted that a stranger had such concern for this unknown cyclist on an Autumn evening. And I made a vow to make myself more visible at night on the road. We all should.
Monday morning coming down…
A fantastic shimmery, slow burning track for a Monday morning. Called See You In The Next One (Have A Good Time) it’s by Verve (before they became The Verve) from their underrated, underappreciated 1993 debut album A Storm in Heaven.
For those of you recovering from the Electric Picnic!
