Album of the Day: The Doors – L.A. Woman
If this didn’t have the name of The Doors on the front, then you might dismiss it as a CD sold after a pub gig by a village blues band.
Monday was a day of transition. It started in Sunny Stockwell and ended back in the bloody Estuary Wilds.
I caught up with the Garibaldi Red Survival Saturday podcast on the train. I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t enjoy watching Forest. My nerves have been off the scale throughout the season.
I love the pre-match build up with all the press conferences, new stories and online speculation. Likewise for the post match reflection.
But match days themselves have been tough watching / listening this year.
The Postman Delivers: a couple of CD’s were waiting for me back at the other end of the train line: Who’s Afraid of The Art of Noise and Bill Evans’ Sunday at the Village Vanguard.
Plus a pair of budgie smugglers that I admit are a little on the tight size.
The rest of the day kinda drifted with acclimatisation.
aka bloody housework.
It’s also the BEST week of the year with RHS Chelsea. We binged on the first day of telly coverage, before switching to the incredibly dull Newcastle Vs L******er.