It is, pleasantly enough a wonderful day for the sport of kings and/or queens: the trees are singing, birds swaying and many a summer dress appears to have been aired for the occasion. Praise the sun!
Hinds have a new record out and more than one reasonably tempered critic (that might not exist now that I think about it) appears to be losing their collective shit. I put it on and - much in the same way that I could see the pulleys and leavers of nostalgia at work behind RP1 - I can play pairs with this Raphaelite production. I do like it, it’s just that I know I’m supposed to and Gordon has, depending on your metaphor of choice, somewhat baked or strained this to perfection.
Crusts are good and orange juice is best with the bits left in. That’s not subjective, it’s a fact and I’ll fight you for it. They’re how I know that blood still runs through the veins of this husk I am temporarily haunting. There’s a little bit too much perfection and not enough humanity for my palate but that could, in all likelihood just be me. If I were to get my whole ‘old man’ persona on here, I’d grumble something about pre-distressed jeans being stupid and Fender’s Road Worn series having completely missed the point. Unless that point was to make money, in which case I guess they can go take a nice long, boozy lunch on their way to the bank.
I downloaded ‘Minit’ from the Steam and can verify that it’s more than a bit good. It’s also bitesize and I may have it running in the background even now as I write this. I don’t know how many hours I played of ‘Into The Breach’ exactly because of the way in which it allows habitual, occasional toe dipping. You can leave it on and drop back in as and when life allows. It doesn’t seem like a game that's played in sixty second nuggets could snowball into the triple figures like that but I’ll let you know.
I did ask Patricia at what time the annual race of these fabled steeds occurs today. He assured me that the dials have been set for around seventeen-hundred hours, which is apparently later than usual because Sky. There are issues pertaining to football and congestion that people are mad about and some have expressed concern over the exact percentage of Aintree currenty composed entirely of Ketamine. When I asked him at what point the spectacle would conclude, he suggested that this might come to pass once all the horses are dead. I don’t really think he understands it either. Also, there are no skulls on this betting slip.
We believe hats are involved and at least one large hedge. I can only revert to the wisdom of my grandfather, that a flutter on the gee-gees is worth precisely however much enjoyment you garner from shouting something stupid down the pub.
JD - TACOCAT