Spotify surprised me with my 2024 Wrapped this afternoon, and I’m pretty happy with the results.
I listen to whatever I want to, whenever I want to, and so there’s always the worry at this time of year that when it’s all added up, it’ll be a bit… eww.
So, this year then. 15,000 odd listening minutes (doesn’t include my radio stuff, obviously); 1,700 odd different artists. So I clearly didn’t spend too much time on some of them.
No wonder the traffic was so bad as I raced past it on a pretty quick (for me) 5.5km run this morning. Because apparently, just on the town side of where I was, was this:
And when this sort of thing happens, its bound to make people wonder what’s going on.
So yes: all very well to ask this sort of question: it’s an unusual incident, and a reasonable thing to be curious about. But if you’re going to ask on Reddit, then you’re going to get those helpful Reddit answers.
Like this:
This is (probably) completely accurate information. OK, it’s unlikely to assist with relieving any of the curiosity of the initial inquirer, but you can’t fault the willingness to engage.
And it’s more helpful than this sort of thing:
Ja Nee. Rubbernecking only makes things worse, hey? Don’t do it.
At the present time, there is no indication as to why the bus caught alight. But the traffic is still awful.
After having spent much of the evenings this week watching late night footy or being out and about with the Molton Brown boys, I was actually quite knackered and I wasn’t really looking forward to last night’s match at Beautiful Downtown Bramall Lane.
By the way, I do recognise that despite being about football – the number one sport globally – this is still a bit of niche post for most readers, but MMIRIM, so I’m putting it here anyway.
But I watched, and thank [Deity] I did.
Grit, courage, effort, attitude, belief, damn hard work.
What a night.
There’s a thing that I have seen from watching almost several hours of football over the last n years, and that’s that the best teams somehow manage to grind a positive result out of games that they really shouldn’t be able to. And when you don’t play at your best, but you still manage to get a win: that’s the sign of a team that’s going places.
Me though, not so much. The adrenaline coursing through my veins meant that I didn’t get to sleep until about1:30, and amazingly – if anything – I’m more broken this morning than I was going into last night.
EDIT: Look, not everyone enjoyed it. Here’s an excerpt from a Sunderland fans internet comment about the game:
“Shellshocked doesn’t go far enough to describe how I feel. I feel utterly numb and inconsolable right now. I feel like I ought to flog the cheap tat that is Sheffield hallmarked silver that’s in my collection to make a point. That place has always made vastly inferior crap anyway. I hate that village in Yorkshire. I hate everything about it.”
Mate. It was a 1-0 defeat. Calm your tits, hold onto your silver collection, take a deep breath and try to enjoy your weekend. Good luck with real life.
