2017 in a nutshell

So that was 2017. The year we lost David Cassidy, Jerry Lewis, and Keith Chegwin. The year a mentally unstable narcissist was sworn in at the Whitehouse. The year the UK Government acted like a petulant child with the EU. The year in which Her Majesty's official opposition did nothing to oppose.

On the plus side, I finally put out a book and took some more photos. So here’s my seventh annual video slideshow review of the year:

(Click the arrows bottom-right next to the word Vimeo to view the slideshow in full-screen mode.)

Consistent as ever, as in the previous six years, this year’s slideshow contains 97 photos.

Once again, I composed the ambient pap backing track. It is called Placid Reflux:

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Jen and I are looking after Stense's dog, Millie, for a couple of months. She's been with us for a week so far, and I've been sending Stense daily photos of her pooch to reassure her that I haven't been doing anything characteristically irresponsible, such as feeding Millie the rest of Daisy-May.

Anyway, yesterday I decided to send Stense a video update, to show her how Millie's getting on. And as a new video constitutes new content, I thought maybe I should post it here too:

Wall of sound

For many years, the late tosser Fitz and I would retire to his house after our weekly Tuesday-night pub session to drink loads of coffee and listen to music. Fitz was a big folk music fan, so he would invariably end up playing some Blowzabella. Blowzabella was a British folk band that specialised in playing droney instruments: violins, bagpipes, hurdy-gurdies, that sort of thing. They were pretty magnificent.

I write in the past tense, because I always assumed Blowzabella stopped making music years ago. Imagine my surprise and delight earlier this week, therefore, when I learnt they're still going strong, and churning out magnificent rackets like this:

You can thank me later.