It took a couple of seconds to place the sound when I first awoke; a multitude of busy, wet tyres on the rain-slick precipice of Whitechapel, accompanied by the ineffable aroma of petrichor. After the hot hot heat of the past few weeks in London, the morning rain was not entirely unwelcome. That being said, the jungle humidity remains and I am left trying to decide between shorts, a jacket or an umbrella. Also, the wind.
She Of The Most Infernal Mind and I accompanied Mr. M to Lobos in Soho the other night. He has a particular palate when it comes to restaurants and I was worried that the decor might not cut it. Luckily, their tapas is excellent, notably the prawns, tortilla and whole octopus arm with sweet potato and chorizo. Barrafina on Dean St remains my Rolling Stones for tapas but should you find yourself in Soho and Jonesing for a Spanish snack, these guys have you covered for a fraction of the price. Also, they have tables as opposed to just the bar so there’s that.
Ben has done work. I haven’t seen her in the wood yet but pictures have been taken and there were fairy lights and wooden crates. Baby’s gonna be a star. I believe she now sports a Rickenbacker bridge and he’s performed all kinds of arcane surgery on the neck, up to and including a full re-fret. We decided not to touch the pickups for now - apart from a duly diligent clean including the pots - as Ben has said he quite likes them and the fact that they still function as intended is a boon. There’s always the option to over-wire them for a little more heat should we so desire. I must lay hands on her soon and if she can be on this record then it shall be so.
No Man’s Sky NEXT (that’s how they type it and I shall conform on this occasion) lives and from what I understand, may in fact necessitate welcoming that piece of software back onto my PS4 hard drive. I recall making the space required the other evening but worry that my launch PS4 shall by no means be up to the task. It's also apparent that the grind is still very much there and something of an obstacle. Other people have been at it though and their discoveries within Hello Games' infinite universe are enough to keep grown men/women/other awake into the darkest of nights.
There is no way I am ever touching that fucking egg. Not for all the tacos in Tabasco.
JD - TACOCAT
[Props to Polygon for the thumbnail image. See you star-side.]