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YBTPR – 6Music session

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As heard this morning on Radcliffe & Maconie. A beautiful, acoustic version of a beautiful song.

This recorded for 6Music back in July 2002, I believe. I saw The Flaming Lips twice the following year: once at Glastonbury, and then once later in the year (November, Google tells me) at the Hammersmith Apollo, where he began the gig with 7 Nation Army and ended it with White Christmas delivered through a loudhailer.

Halcyon days.

Weirdly, on that second occasion, Wayne Coyne told us it was the biggest audience he’d ever played in front of. He must have been as high as a kite to have forgotten the 90,000+ in front of the Pyramid Stage just a few months before.

It’s all ok

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It’s been a long and rather emotional 24 hours, but as the old adage goes, All’s well that ends well.

And things do seem to have at least worked themselves out in that respect.

There’s probably just time for a bit of tasty FA Cup action before bed.

Probably.

Hot

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It’s hit a ridiculous 36 South African degrees in Cape Town this afternoon, and anyone with any sort of a brain has been sensibly hiding inside.

I’ve been out and about.

First of all grabbing another morning walk in Kirstenbosch, and then doing jobs and running errands: one of which included delivering some table grapes to an estate agency, and another of which included buying some boerie and spuds for dinner. Quick and easy in the air-fryer stuff.

It’s now been suggested to me that I should go outside (again) and light a fire – a hot fire – and cook the dinner over that instead. I mean, it’s not like I could get any hotter, right?

Right?

We might pop out for an ice cream before or after that.
We will be popping to the airport for more family goodbyes a bit later as well. [sad trombone]

Tomorrow promises to be a quieter, cooler day.
I mean… apart from that thing that’s going to happen…

OBS

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Not an Orange Breasted Mousebird. This is an Orange Breasted Sunbird.

Just some of the wildlife we spotted at Kirstenbosch this morning, which also included a mouse, and a snake.

The snake was a Cape Cobra, and I did get some very quick shots, but nothing great. It just wanted to get away from us, and did so by quickly disappearing into a hole.

You shouldn’t be afraid of South African snakes. This one could kill you with a single bite, but don’t want to hurt you. They don’t want to be anywhere near you.

Think of it as a mouse with fangs.

Tonight: Dad’s last night before he heads home. There are plans for a nice meal out.

What a day.

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Exhausted. I haven’t stopped today. A school run, some exercise (working off this grumpy knee), a mention from Chris Hawkins on 6Music, another school run, a long and very enjoyable (but my knee was adamant that it was very long) wander round the Waterfront, shopping, another school run, sort the dishwasher, another school run, driving practice to Rondebosch without consulting the cricket fixture list (argh!), a drive to Dodgeball, forgot the Dodgeball pump (not me), turn around and come home (me), another drive to Dodgeball, watch Dodgeball, drive home again, make dinner, eat dinner, help with physics homework, exercise the beagle around the block while looking for bits of my knee on the road, help with French homework, a few little jobs…

…write a blog post.

21,000+ steps have been and gone.

I am knackered.

Heading now for a warm football match and a glass of Roy.

Tomorrow promises to be equally busy, but surely that can’t happen, right?

Right?