Day 91 – Title-less

The sky is getting darker, the wind is blowing ever more strongly and the temperature is dropping ever so slowly.

There’s a storm front coming
White water running and the pressure is low
Storm front coming
Small craft warning on the radio

So sang Billy Joel. Mind you, he also famously claimed that

We didn’t start the fire

And as you will read below, that’s actually something I fully intend to do just now.

Yes, there’s another Cape cold front on the way in. It’s not a huge one, but it has been sitting just to our south west for a few hours now, teasing us about its imminent arrival. It’s coming in two parts: one today and one on Saturday. Much like the UK’s coronavirus problem, it seems likely that the second wave will be the worse of the two, but much like South Africa’s coronavirus problem, that assumes that we’ll make it through the initial wave first.

As ever, I have battened down the beagle and I will be lighting the fire presently. But I’m tired and I’ve been making silly mistakes all day. It wouldn’t surprise me if I have actually battened down the fire, so I will double-check before I stick a paraffin-laced cube of white stuff anywhere.

I’m listening to 6 Music on what would have been the prelude to the Glastonbury 2020 weekend. Obviously, that’s not happening for viral reasons, but they have been celebrating what has gone before and what would have been, with some really uplifting, joyful, positively emotive music.

I don’t think that the currently wonderful weather in the UK is helping those people who had tickets for the Festival this year either. It would have been fantastic. And while there’s obviously no substitute for actually being there, I would have still enjoyed watching it in big bold 4K, 6000 miles… away in front of a smouldering hound.

In the meantime, the last bits of online schooling before the staff and students of the kids’ school get a well-deserved week off, several household chores, a bit of football, some red wine.

See you tomorrow.

Big Sur

I didn’t even hear this track this morning. I merely heard someone mention it and that was enough.

2003 was 15 years ago. Fifteen.

(let that sink in)

Oxymoronically, this song now sounds both incredibly dated and wonderfully youthful and energetic. Memories of watching them perform this on “The Other Stage” at Glastonbury still seem so fresh.

Nothing really happened for The Thrills, which is sad, but you can vicariously enjoy an updated version of their sound through Irish band, Villagers.

More Brilliant Music Like This: Here on Spotify


Apart from the news of some vote thing or other, some (or more) of my UK Facebook friends have been raving over the performance of one Áine Cahill from Glastonbury on BBC TV last night.

I did a bit of research (I googled) and found this rather nice tune from the Irish songstress.

Yes, it’s a bit schoolgirl GCSE composition, but there’s power and promise in that voice. I’m getting hints of Florence Welch, and it’s only 10am. Because I’m outside the EU, I haven’t heard yesterday’s BBC stuff yet, but I’ll be making sure to follow it up.

And no. I have no idea how to pronounce her name. Knowing Gaelic language rules, I’m going for “Colin” or something.