It's nine months since I posted. Glastonbury is long forgotten and Jay Z may well be dead or white.
I have no new children and my job is the same.
I have lost no limbs, not one. I have not suffered in any way or undergone any radical transformations.
There will be weekly posts minimum.
The time came and this is how I feel.
The tune he's playing, at 7.15am, to a crowd who are clearly rather pleased with the way things have turned out in LA overnight, is Get It Up For Love (mp3) by Tata Vega from 1979 on Motown. He's pitched it down to about minus 5 by the sound of it, as befitting the hour.
The tune he's playing, at 7.15am, to a crowd who are clearly rather pleased with the way things have turned out in LA overnight, is Get It Up For Love (mp3) by Tata Vega from 1979 on Motown. He's pitched it down to about minus 5 by the sound of it, as befitting the hour.
