The sun is in the sky oh why oh why would I want to be listening to a smug bint in a yellow dress?
Well no reason, of course, so instead, though feeling sad at bidding farewell to housemate L, now on her way back Up North, we spent a happy afternoon gardening to Supergrass while the sun hit the sky. The dogwoods are now pruned, the pittospermum (sp?) is now planted, the veg bed is now dug over and the laundry is now stiff with fresh air and the smell of sap rising.
Later I joined C&G for a late afternoon pint in the Marsh, which was extremely pleasant in itself *and* came with the added bonus of allotment-fresh leeks, which are this minute baking in the oven in time for Adam Curtis's latest documentary about the bleakness of the modern world. I believe every word he says, as a rule, but that doesn't change the fact that in the gaps, in the cracks, in the little spaces where there's no money to be made, I reckon modern (western?) Europeans are among the luckiest people who ever lived.
joella
3 comments:
Yes, that Curtis programme was great despite depressing the hell out of me.
Nothing that a nice bit of Supergrass (or Ride) can't fix. Does everyone in Oxford only listen to Oxford bands (which would actually be a pretty bloody good soundtrack to life - go Oxford!)?
Yeah, it depressed the hell out of me too, but in a makes-you-think sort of way, which I feel is better than depressing in a Comic Relief sort of way...
I guess we listen to a lot of Oxford bands, but if you read the byelaws carefully I believe bands from other places are allowed too. Brighton doesn't do too bad, you've got Nick Cave these days have you not?
Yes we do, and a load of other crap yoof bands, and Bat For Lashes (Kate Bush on poppers). Oh yeah, and Preston.
Although at one point Gaz from Supergrass lived here too.
God, Brighton is SO COOL. *cough*
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