Heh heh. Look at this pair of n'er-do-wells. That cheeky glint in their eyes. My great granddad and his dad. On the beach. In their Sunday best. And their headgear. And their beard and pipes. Marvellous. I loves this picture. They have Slocombe written all over them.
Today is a Saturday and it's not raining right now. Small mercies.
I've managed to offload my latest foolish eBay-purchase and even make a little profit on the transaction, so I'm quite pleased with myself. Still not managed to wangle myself a Voddler invite, though. Boo.
After unfavourable first impressions, the Brendan Benson album is growing on me. Very tuneful and not at all unlike Squeeze, so judging from the reviews I was always going to quite like it I suppose. Mmmm...Squeeze (in quite possibly the poorest quality YouTube video I've ever posted a link to. Hard to believe I know, as some of them have been right stinkers, but there you go...). I was bought a Squeeze boxset upon leaving my job at ABS in Oxford. Or rather given vouchers which led to me buying said boxset at least. Najs säger jag.
It's getting a little more Autumnal now, suddenly. Orange leaves falling from the trees, that golden sunshine that only comes this time of the year. Lovely. Tuesday was sunny and warm but there's definitely more of a nip in the air. Mmmm...nips. Ahem.
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