Wednesday, October 27, 2004

The cat just peed in the penthouse, I'm going back to my plough

(it's a misheard Elton John lyric)

I'm listening to all of the 69 Love Songs http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00061I0LO/qid=1098806036/sr=2-1/ref=sr_2_11_1/202-7714194-9388652 whilst reading a book about how to do a dissertation http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/0335203884/qid=1098806335/sr=2-1/ref=sr_2_11_1/202-7714194-9388652

A little earlier on today I heard that John Peel had died from a heart attack, proving that the most pivitol things that make up a day won't necessarily come from Amazon. I loved both his radio shows and even got played by him once (but on the radio 4 show, and it was a thing I made when I was about 12 when I recorded sheep and made it into the Blue Danube waltz). I'm hoping that perhaps they will stop running The X-Factor tv show out of sympathy to people who like good music and are already upset enough. RIP, Mr Peel.

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