Storming up the motorway this morning I overtook a grit truck when it only went and dumped it’s load. At least I think that’s what happened. I just heard a crunching grating sound and then all I could see in my rear view mirror was a billowing cloud of red dust and the truck’s hazards blinking through the haze. I’m glad I wasn’t behind it at the time. eeeps.
Soothed myself by listening to a tape that Clay made for Matt and I years ago when we lived at Rippingham Road, hmm that must be 6 years ago now. “Deep In The Bottomless Pit Of Existential Black Muck That Is Your Soul – Here Comes Pop Music to Save The Day” Clay – I still love that tape, it’s fab.

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