Music for a locked shed

An afternoon of unkempt clothing, matted hair and directionless feelings channeled into a musical security blanket. As you do.

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That ain’t helping

Was talking to a struggling neighbour of my late parents yesterday.

There were three of us yakking, as you do.

Inevitably Brexit entered the conversation.

Said neighbour declared herself as having voted for Brexit, followed swiftly by her annoyance that many stereotyped those who voted to leave as racists.

Honest, guv I try hard not to judge (It’s a very complex issue distilled down into a stupidly black and white voting choice) but within a minute or so I received one of those “that doesn’t help” moments when she suddenly said that, in a way, she quite admired Hitler as at least he got things done.

Jaw-to-the-floor.

Interesting / worrying times

Hmmmm…If Ikea Made Hi-Fi…Oh!

 

I was musing to myself that the return of vinyl records and turntables would be just the kind of thing that I’d expect Ikea to jump on. I imagined an Ikea made turntable that matched their minimalist furniture offerings, probably with an unpronounceable (unless you are Swedish) name and was placed strategically in that Ikea meets the Crystal Maze type showroom that you can never escape.

Then I realised that Ikea had already started making bluetooth speakers so maybe, I thought, my fanciful random thought wasn’t too far of the mark.

And then I searched a bit more…and…

Stats And Happiness In England

For whatever reason I was looking at Rightmove’s annual happiness index related to where you live in the UK.

First off a huge “What the actual ***” moment for Luton, a down-at-heal town forever rubbished, scorned, derided and snubbed ,multi-time winner of Britain’s Crappiest town seems to score highly on overall happiness despite how many seem to portray it whilst St Albans, the affluent Hertfordshire city but 20 mins down the road from Luton is seemingly full of very unhappy bunnies. And yet a typical resident of St Albans would likely imagine that Luton on a Saturday night is akin to a Syrian war zone.

And lastly by comparison the highly desired London suburb of Kensington and Chelsea, with the joy London all around it is the most expensive shortcut to a life of misery.