Tuesday 6th June, 2023

Album of the Day: Beck – Odelay

The slacker feel sounds tedious. I felt like I was transported back to a crappy early 90’s bar. How the chuffers did this break through to the mainstream? Gawd, it’s shit.

My Strava stats for May dropped: 710km in total. It feels like the majority of these were clocked up getting lost around the outskirts of Clacton on a recent Jaywick ride.

The second email of the day was the ONS Covid shit survey. Yep, this is still a thing. It reminded me what a routine, dull existence I lead with no change in my lifestyle, month in, month out.

Don’t worry – I like it that way, Comrades.

An important date regarding a personal matter was confirmed mid-morning. That makes tattoo planning and cold water swimming arrangements a lot easier to organise.

Like a FOOL I then called up Royal Mail again. I’m persistent fucker. I paid £1.50 for a service that Royal Mail failed to provide. You picked a fight with the wrong OCD fella here, dudes.

Album of the Day Extra: Penguin Cafe Orchestra – Music from the Penguin Cafe

I liked the idea of this album more than the end result. It’s quite a pastoral album, painting pictures through the music. That sounds like arty farty shit, but in the absence of any lyrics, then the mind wanders.

It gets a little paranoid in places with the jabbing from the strings. Not quite the early morning relaxation I wanted. But different, which is always good.

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I had only half an hour free for any form of escape during the day. This was enough time for the Weird Wiv hill training – all 58m of it in height. I pushed myself for the 5km and picked up a decent time.

An eBay seller whom I have bought loads of CD’s off in the past reduced prices across the board. I stepped in and snaffled up The Jam’s In the City (completes the set), The Stones’ Let It Bleed and some Wayne Shorter.

I followed the Lambeth Planning meeting from afar. It’s a farce that the top of the agenda item was an application from Lambeth to host the Lambeth Country Show in four days time. The Great Wall of Brockwell is already standing, natch.

We watched the Leicester innings in the Hit ‘n’ Giggle. I confess to having something of a soft spot for Leicestershire when it comes to cricket.

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