SNAKTASTIC !!! by Simon Aulman
Not usually the sort of music I enjoy listening to, though I can see/hear why a load of """experimental"" """"""musicians"""""" make it (it's piss easy), but once in a decade I do something that somehow beautifully circles my spot, and this must be my lucky afternoon. Chances are that at your end this sounds like the usual shite this stuff always sounds like. Maybe not - maybe we are all somehow connected - if an electron at one edge of the universe can "know" what an electron is doing on the opposite edge, then, yessir I think it's possible.
Off to dear old London tomorrow - we're doing Peckham and Islington and Battersea and Kensington though not necessarily in that order. Wigmore Hall's been on holiday lately and anyway I've been a bit short of cash over the summer - been mainly travelling c/o the £2 bus fare rather than the £200 commuter train. Gov.uk say the £2 bus thingy ends at the end of the year, tho it has been extended so many times that we're all probably expecting another year or few or lifetime ahead.
Except this is already the weirdest government of my lifetime. I can remember Tony Blair's honeymoon period, it lasted at least a year. Keir's not had a honeymoon period at all. I always hate it when people vote selfishly, and up till now I never have done, yes I am so noble. But I don't think I can do it any longer. I'm not a pensioner yet, but if I was I wouldn't get the heating allowance, though only just outside it. I live alone, so if Angela gets rid of the single-person council tax discount I'll have to pay another £600 a year. Yes I could take a lodger to help with the bills, but they'd need to be deaf. (It may surprise you to know that I am not deaf.)
It's not even as though I use the bins - I really don't. I don't have an indoor bin. I reuse placky bags - e.g. I get these big bags of Lidl cheapo crisps for my cinema-munching MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH CRINKLE CRINKLE CRINKLE solo excursions. I use the gigantic plastic bag they all come in as my bin bag on the rare occasions I have anything to throw away - but not being much of a consumer it's never anything much. And when the bag's full it's not worth putting in the dustbin outside because it'd take all year to fill and I might as well just dump my Snaktastic bag of shite in a city litter bin.
Fuck you try stuffing one of those bags into one of the modern digital online litter bins with the vomit-filled placky tray thing, I can't blame Keir for the vomit, but if he does end the £2 bus thingy then that's it, that's the finish of me being a nice caring person, by then I expect my musical career will've made me a multi-millionaire and I shall join that plumber-bloke over in Malta or wherever he's gone. Fuck you Keir - an extra thousand-ish quid a year just to keep on living in this fucking dump ? .... though the countryside is still beautiful, and London is always great.
recorded/photo'd this afternoon
