Another week has reached it's end, earlyish thankfully. So i'm sat listening to M83 whilst i'm writing this. I must say i like it a lot and this is just my first listen. I'd heard they were like My Bloody Valentine, and i'd agree from what i've heard so far. It sounds too, like Jean Michel Jarre and Sven Vath behind the warm distortion. I wish i could listen to music at work somehow.
Because i'm in the large, open-plan office, where there are no radios, i only hear distant or brief bits of music throughout the day. I f i could listen to music like this whilst at work, i probably wouldn't do a great deal. I'd just sit, staring at the sky through what classes as windows in an ex Naval base-entertainments hall, with 3 foot thick blast-proof walls. Or perhaps gaze at the plant i purloined from a corridor months ago. Hmm. Alternatively, use flexi-time and go home.
Had a pint of Guinness at lunchtime which was just lovely. Saying good bye to one of the Uniformed Caseworkers, which is to say a caseworker who is also a prison officer, leaving for a job, this one less than 4 miles, rather than Wetherby at 49 miles from his home. Didn't have anything to eat, one grazes all day in the Civil Service, so the Guinness sat nicely in me, but left me wanting more. Thus i didn't really get much done. Not that much gets done anyway, but...
I can't be bothered to Rant so i'll juts tell you that the picture above is from Calke Abbey, in the east midlands of England, out in their conservatory.
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