June 5th Something in my junk drawer
Something in my junk drawer… well the cable ties will come in useful. Last day in for a couple of days and it’s another stinker.
Music
- Heavenly – Portland Town
- Stereolab – Not Music
- Stereolab – ‘m Going Out Of My Way / Breaker Breaker (With Scrawl)
- Stereolab and The Cat’s Miaow – Split (With The Cat’s Miaow)
- Stereolab – Miss Modular (EP)
- Stereolab – Fires (With Ui)
- Stereolab – Guitare Boy (With Guitare Boy)
- Alexei Sayle – Allo John Got New Motor
- The Mighty Maytones – Showcase Album: Tune In And Rock
- Various Artists – Best of Richard Wagner
Accidental Art from the seat of the toilet at the Robin Hood. First day of earlies and it’s unremittingly grim.
Something blue, that’ll be me am feeling incredibly down.
Calm and it’s back to work. Bus is late which stresses the fuck out of me. In the end it all worked out was third in with Kat. A better day but still a shite week.
Doorway to No.4, second day off. Little light shopping, little cooking (some scones and a morrocan chickpea and chicken stew). Not the greatest day, required loperamide.
Starts with T, the tiny toes of Elsie! First of two days off. Start the day fetching chicken and salad from the chicken shop. Grab breakfast at Hels Kitchen. Fetch gloss paint and a brush. Back home and paint the window sills and steps.
Something loud … well its the earbuds that provide avoidance from people.
So away into Wigan in the morning light so C can cancel her standing order to sort an issue. She’s dead chuffed. We bump into Stue on the way back to the bus station. We go in with surgical precision, into Nationwide and back to Ashton having found the Little Kitchen has closed. Brekkie at the Tom and Gerry’s it is. Then a light bit of shopping in which we find a clock that ticks and chimes (Muggins here pays for the bugger!)
Day two of the lates and a reflection on The Leeds Liverpool. Still knackered, still depressed.
A moment of joy well that’s a good prompt when the depression kicks in. Sunday in and it’s a chilled day bit I’m feeling shit. Swift pint of Mowtown post shift.
