I've not been able to be online so much recently but I get the feeling it's quieter than usual just now, isn't it? Some people have been affected by the whole no-fly zone business (relatives stranded around the globe...), others have lost the use of their computers (various reasons including the big McAfee disaster – read here) and some of us...well...we've been doing a lot of laundry (see previous posts for backstory).
Because of all the life going on I've had no time to read (or even think really) this week...but I did do some ironing just now and listened to an English folk CD I quite like by Ed, Will and Ginger (read about them here – they walk around, they busk, they walk around some more...). Here's a little film to give you a flavour of their sound (though it only features two of them). They are fairly hardcore folk.
Speaking of 'hardcore' I had a bit of a misunderstanding with that word last week...someone thought I was being rude or critical when I used it and I really wasn't. To an old raver like me 'hardcore' is more compliment than negative critique. And just thinking about it makes me feel like posting an old rave number too...just for contrast. It's not particularly hardcore...but it has it in the name.
And next week's Poetry Bus with the Watercats wants sex, drugs and rock'n'roll. Plenty in the back catalogue...see you then.
Fiction at the Friary
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