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It’s a zen thing.

Anyway I was going to put that one about dust in the wind next, but those mindless fuckspuds have blocked embedding (why? Do they think I’m going to go out and buy a record in frustration? mmm? Is that what you’re thinking? is it? Because I’m fucking not) so obviously the next thing was ELO, but the first one I tried was a bit annoying and that bloke’s hair is absolutely massive and it’s weighing him down and he looks old and tired so instead here’s another one:

AND IT’S MUCH LOUDER THAN THE ONE BEFORE

Which is slightly better and it reminds me of being in Dover in 79 when I was living in a van again and it was really hot and every thing smelled of petrol but which makes me feel all nostalgic now. The smell of petrol I mean. Petrol and Chips. That’s Dover.

Here’s another song about Dover.

Which is one of the greatest songs ever, so someone’s made it into a sort of home-movie… and I’m not sure if anything happens because I’ve never seen it all the way to the end because I have the attention span of some sort of tiny rodent, out of its mind on whizz like a proper cartoon one.

Anyway I have to play this song with headphones because it fucks up the cat.

If you click on it, you can see how big he’d look if you were like… well, a mouse. No worries though. He gets fucked up by mice as well, which is another thing that Jimmy Cliff and mice have in common.

And that, my friends, is the real meaning of life.

I wonder where Thompson is. She should have been here by now.