“Do not complain about growing old. It is a privilege denied to many.”

Yeah, I get it, Mark Twain, but wow, I’d be so much happier if my left calf muscle didn’t shred like a wet tissue at the first sign of any vaguely rapid movement.

That never used to happen when I was younger.

And yet… guess what?

So it’s back to walking and weights, avoiding any strain on the calf, because obviously, a week (which would have been fine to have fixed it a few years back) clearly wasn’t enough to fix it this time around. Nothing major, just grumpy and a bit painful. (The calf muscle, not me.) (Although…)

And I know I’m getting on a bit now because 6Music put out an ad for a series of shows they’re doing on Friday to celebrate the twenty-fifth anniversary of OK Computer.
“Twenty-fifth”, indeed! I think you’ll find that OK Computer was actually released in 1997, and that was only… oh… oh my dear god…

A quarter of a century. Wow.

Living in Oxford at the time, and Radiohead coming from Oxford (pre-OKC, you’d regularly see Thom Yorke wandering down St Aldates, but I guess things went a bit mainstream celebrity after that), we stayed up ever so late on that Tuesday (I think?) evening and went into town for the special midnight release at the HMV on Cornmarket Street. Free poster, free sticker, a whole pound off the CD.

And it’s fair to say that, despite all the hype – even the local hype – the album was (and still is) something very special. I wonder how you deal with anything and everything you produce after something like that being measured against it and always falling short.

I’m sure the massive royalties help with the continual disappointment.


We spotted Stanley Sibande busking in Nobel Square at the Waterfront on Sunday. Amazing voice.

And then, out of nowhere, he did this: (sadly, I only caught a bit of it on video, but you get the idea.)

Looking him up, he has previous form:

Look we’ve covered Seafret a lot on this blog. And they’re great. But how fantastic to hear a bit of Bridlington in the middle of Cape Town.

And so beautifully sung. Great cover.

90s Europop warning

I downloaded a playlist on Spotify.
Look, it was great back in the day (T&Cs apply), and I had the weird idea that it might still be great for some high energy stuff in the gym. And there are some elements of it which do fit that bill, but then there are others that simply… don’t.

Tarzan & Jane by Denmark’s Toy-Box was one that didn’t.

Surfing on the back of other Danish success stories like Aqua and Whigfield, and very much copying the vibe of the former’s Dr Jones (pretty, squeaky voiced, pig-tailed girl in peril in the jungle, hunky bloke with deep voice turns up to save her; they fall in love; numerous double entendres in the lyrics etc.) here are Toy-Box.


As you can see above, despite some very dodgy musical tastes at the time, the UK steered well clear of Toy-Box. And we should be praised for that.

Still, I bet you’re really glad that you found this on your internet timeline today, aren’t you?

Kae was great

I’m usually very good at flat pack stuff, but this one is more Shenyang than Sweden. More Oh Dear than Ikea. And so I haven’t managed to get much else done today (including the damn census).
I did listen to Kae Tempest’s half hour live show/session on Mary-Ann Hobbs’ show this lunchtime though. It’s available online for another 29 days from today and you might want to give it a whirl, because they were excellent.

On iPlayer here: https://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/p0c0lsj7/kae-tempest (UK or VPN only)

Or on BBC Sounds here: https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/m0016161 (Worldwide) – scroll through to 1:30 for the start.

New album The Line Is A Curve out now.