Disordered Thoughts and Curmudgeonly Ramblings
The weather was nice yesterday and I needed some exercise so I decided to go for a walk.
My initial plan was to get the train to Success Hill and walk home along the river. Then I decided I didn’t have time for that, so I’d get the bus to Bindaring Park and walk along the river from there. Easy!
So that’s what I did – and staggered in half-dead three hours later having somehow not realised I was setting myself up for a trek of almost 9km.
Better than sitting around the house though I guess.
Not going to talk about the electoral apocalypse just yet.
I’ve always vaguely known that the Sisters of Mercy/Terri Nunn song Under The Gun is a cover/reworking of a Billie Hughes song, but I only just looked it up. Holy guacamole! It’s so 80’s synth-ballad it could be from the Ladyhawke soundtrack!
I am – as always – astonished at the level of talent that allows Andrew Eldritch to turn what we have above into a masterpiece while simultaneously being a complete (although highly entertaining and often surprisingly justified) dick to everyone around him.
Voting is well underway. Don’t screw this up America!
Later: Oh for fuck’s sake
Inspector Borse: Only solves murders in European stock exchanges.
Inspector Corse: The mouth on that man!
Inspector Force: Surprisingly gentle.
Inspector Gorse: Spends most of his time tramping around the moors.
Inspector Horse: The result of some misfiled paperwork at the Police mounted division.
Inspector Norse: Depressed, brooding and fond of drinking mead from a horn.
Inspector Sorce: Has a side job as a Sous-Chef
Inspector Worse: Ask for anyone else. Seriously.
Inspector Semaphore: We don’t talk about him.
