*Listening to Death Cab For Cutie – Transatlanticism*
What a horrible, horrible mistake. It was entirely avoidable too. There really was no need for it, handing over a list would have sufficed and I could have enjoyed a stress-free environment watching Swanny and Broad rip into a startled South African batting line-up. But no. I accepted the invitation to go into Norwich and go shopping.
All I needed was a memory card and some rechargeable batteries, but it wasn’t until four hours, a bird-shit stain and a giant snail later (the sister needed it for her school pupils) could I sit down to watch what was barely left of Day Four. A day that effectively won the test. Excellent.
What a stupid decision.
One of the numerous things I pondered whilst walking amongst the geriatric-paced crowds- other than why people stop without warning at least three times every four steps- was why there are so many people feeling the need to spend the money they don’t have on things they didn’t need two weeks ago. But since it’s now 5% off, it’s as needed as under-soil heating at The Bescot. The answer escaped, taking with it my patience.
*Listening to Sigur Rós – Takk*
Well who’d have thunk it? The people spoke and Rage actually got to Number One. After coming close last year, the people of Facebook actually went through with it and defeated Simon Cowell’s latest “prodigy.” Pathetically, this and snow is supposedly worthy of headline news.
I’m behind neither side. I don’t care for chart music, it isn’t aimed at me, I’d rather give my ear drums a succession of slow punctures with a tetanic compass than listen to most of it. The only people who actually buy singles these-days probably have a mean age of around 12. The charts don’t matter to people anymore, I couldn’t tell you who was at number one last week, or the week before. I would probably struggle to land on one this year. When was the last time Radio One was coming from your radio at 7pm on a Sunday?
*Listening to Alex Sheppard – Run*
It’s been a strange week, ain’t it? The glamour of Birmingham v Blackburn is the TV game on a Tuesday night (granted they’re on a monster run), Southampton and my faithful Canaries end up caring about the Paint-pot with the Doc scoring three goals in the space of two games(?!), that evergreen oldie wins Sports Personality and a team that got utterly battered but still somehow beat the Aussies gets team of the year.
Sure, winning the Ashes is a feat, but it wasn’t exactly 2005 now was it? Instead it was England and the weather versus an inexperienced, average Australian side. Did Brawn not comprehensively win the F1 Constructors title, despite being redundant 12 months ago? No? Oh, my mistake.
*Listening to Neil Young – Cortez the Killer*
The vile rumour that is forever spouting from the mouths of the supposed people-in-the-know, that CD’s will be extinct in X amount of years, is wrong. Completely. You know how I know? Well my external hard-drive just died, making at least a month’s worth of music inaccessible to me. Luckily, I have towers of CD’s and some records to placate me until the virtual library is back in my arms.
I’m sure those of you who have just paused (is it possible to pause it?) World of Warcraft will inevitably be saying “You should have backed it up.” The reason I have/had the external was to leave a nice and spacious gap in my laptop for most of the other things I might need to do. So why would I have my music library clogging two hard-drives?