First of the month, no returns.
The lack of posting round here could well be taken as being a clear example of the maxim stating “A man who is very, very busy has no time to blog”. Whilst my life has become a thrilling rollercoaster of new projects, Spitfires, drunken nights out and all sorts of unexpected joys and challenges, these things are not conducive to the process of sitting down and writing something interesting1.
So, as first blog post of the month, I’d like to go right back to the dark-ish days of 1984, whereupon a bunch of reprobates named The Very Things released a gloriously doom-laden, yet humerous tune entitled “The Bushes Scream While My Daddy Prunes”. The reason why this popped into my head last night are long and varied and involve a cream-coloured limestone called Oolite, upon which a bit of research led me to a reverse-engineered version of the classic videogame Elite, entitled, yep, Oolite. The geekly types will, of course, see the link here.
Anyway, reminiscences of my mis-spent teenage years listening to this song and playing that game notwithstanding, this is a great song, with a great video (song starts at about 1:30, by the way). And Elite was a great game. Yep, I’ve installed Oolite and I’ve been listening to The Very Things again, for the first time in many, many years. What fool said nostalgia sucked?
1 “Chance would be a fine thing” shout the riffraff at the back.