Just for the record, this is not me:
Trying to transplant and create a mini-London in the north is not the answer.
—Richard Carter, Yorkshire First Party
Hitting the big time
Long-term, long-memoried Gruts readers might recall that, four years ago, I devised a list of new music genres to challenge the likes of hip-op and dub-step. If they have been paying particularly close attention, the same readers might even recall that, since then, under my DJ name of the Grutsmeister, I have occasionally released new ambient pap tracks for their enjoyment and entertainment. These tracks are available on SoundCloud.
Last week, SoundCloud asked me to complete an online questionnaire about the music I'm publishing on their service. Here is a screen shot of one of the questions:
It looks as if ambient pap is about to go mainstream.
Hitchin emails…
It’s just occurred to me that The Colo(u)r Purple was a mauvie.
Bad man.
3/10.
Move along, nothing to see here
Guardian: Tigers and wild animals escape from Oklahoma zoo after tornado hits
I give it 12 months before there's a movie.
A genius at work
Two Yorkshire residents watching telly last week
Me: Oh look, Tintern Abbey!
Jen: Yes it is!
Not really the sort of thing one wants to read about in one's in-flight magazine
40g, my arse!
That wouldn't even choke a bloody hamster!
Venice
In case you were wondering, we did eventually get back from Venice. Here are the photos.
…Kind of wish I'd never made that Alburquerque joke
Thanks to the ever-reliable French air-traffic controllers, our flight home to Manchester has been CANCELLED. The ever-helpful SleasyJet offered us an alternative flight in just over 48 hours time—to London, not Manchester—but pointedly refused to guarantee that it would actually fly.
So Jen and I are currently sipping free drinks in the business class lounge at Venice Marco Polo Airport, awaiting our hastily booked Lufthansa flights home—via Munich.
Jason Bourne never has to put up with this crap.
We are living in the future.