Afternoon, just come back from playing my old man at badminton at the nearby leisure centre. Whipped him in three straight games, but then he is old. We are going to Ronnie Scott's in London later to see Monty Alexander play, but we will have to make do with standing room only. Dvorak's Requiem and Mass in D (op. 86/89) is playing on my hi-fi. It is astonishingly beautiful.
I can't think of anything to rant about today. For all that is wrong with the world, it is, as new-age outfit Explosions in the Sky would say, "not a cold dead place." Perhaps I am mellowing out, or perhaps I am developing worrying pushover tendencies? Who knows.
Jamie, I thought this was meant to be a daily dose of acerbic humour. What has happened, I tune in everyday and all I get is Ronnie Scotts and Shuttlecocks. Don't disappoint your fans.
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