2012 — 25 November: Sunday
A wet and wild windy night in some places, it seems. But that wasn't what woke me this morning1 — namely, the distant sound of some work taking place on the local stretch of railway track. Mind you, for all I know they're clearing away trees and branches and/or pumping away flood water. All I'm contending with at the moment is the calm Purcell regarding the revenge of a Moor.
Quite a long time to go before breakfast.
Fatca sounds so much nicer than fatwa, don't you think? About bloody time, too.
Do I even want...
... to know what "Discreet Dynamical Systems" is all about?
I was tickled (as it were) to find this lady's blog via an "Opinions" piece in the Washington Post, in case you're curious.
On the evidence...
... of one of this morning's "Recommended for you" suggestions...
... it's now painfully clear that Jeff Bezos knows me much better than I know myself. I've just snaffled these 55 tracks as MP3s. Come on, who could possibly resist Harry 'The Hipster' Gibson with "Who put the Benzedrine in Mrs Murphy's Ovaltine?"?
I don't like the way it's clouding over again. It was really quite sunny this morning, but not any more. Never mind. Cerys has been on great form, and has already cost me another MP3 download after I heard her 'live' studio guest, the amiable and amusing Sam Lee.
I'm pleased to report...
... lest anyone be in any doubt, that Pride and Prejudice arrives (as always) at a most satisfactory conclusion, just in time for my next cuppa. What shall I read next, I wonder? Meanwhile, having just been reminded of the alto sax of Johnny Hodges, I may just do a spot of further musical fossicking.
I ask you. 64 tracks for £2-59? What's not to like?
Given today's weather...
... I thought this little snippet (from Punch, January 21, 1860)...
... quite appropriate. The bound volume was a gift in 1964 from my 'other' Aunt Peg — my Dad's sister.