overlap

In the early hours of this morning I got back from the Big City, having seen the triumphant return of My Life Story to the stage, and enjoyed the experience of cycling and drving in the capital's traffic; it has been a very long time since I drove inside the North Circular, and I won't be upset if the next time is as long away again. I'm no stranger to riding in traffic, and it doesn't hugely bother me, but driver behaviour where the average motor speed is 6mph is unsurprisingly desperate - the chances taken, the driving through red lights at will, the forcing oneself out into static traffic with no regard to impeding all other traffic and bringing everything to a halt is staggeringly widespread. That gridlock is not a daily occurrence can only be down to the patient few. As a one-off it was an amusing and educational diversion, but I'm at a loss to understand how anyone can live with that on a daily basis. Especially when alternative options exist that make this sort of sight a regular alternative to the back end of the non-moving car in front.

Labels: gigs, music, My Life Story, pop

So now I'm back, but not from outer space. Hoping my scratches and scars heal and fade by the weekend, trying to restore the moisture balance in my forehead - that's one of the disadvantages of wearing caps, hats and helmets all too frequently - and trying to plan a haircut into the remaining time available between voluntary commitments and watching some Metal Gods and organising a sparkly outfit or two. It's gonna be a busy week. In other news, Paul Hester's sad death has taken the wind out of my sails a little, to say the least - it's always sad to be reminded how fragile the human condition can be, and especially so when it comes via people who appear to have plenty to live for. Through the thorns and the bushes I hope he was Dreaming of glory Miles above the mountains and plains Free at last

Labels: Crowded House, Paul Hester, pop