Friday 27th October 2023

Pay Day.

I spent most of the day, other than working, listening to archive John Peel sessions, after a resource with links to YouTube videos, of the audio, was published on Social Media. Someone has spent a lot of hours creating the list.

I listened to the David Bowie and the Spiders from Mars session, no Ziggy Stardust then, including a cover of the Velvet Underground's Waiting for the Man, which very people would have been aware of in 1972. Then the first two sessions by Roxy Music, two by Billy Bragg among others.

Radio sessions were orgininally introduced to get round "needle time" restrictions, or the amount of pre-recorded music that could be played by the BBC. The Beatles played sessions on the BBC before they were famous, and John Peel's sessions are ledgendary. Most of the greats of UK and much of alternative US music past through the studios at Maidia Vale in London to record sessions for his show, some once, others, like The Fall, over 20 times. Sometimes they showcased their cannon, or works in progress, but for many it was their first time to be broadcast, like Pulp in 1981, when the band were just out of school, and fame would not come knocking for 14 (fourteen) years.

Anyway, dive in:

https://davestrickson.blogspot.com/2020/05/john-peel-sessions.html That aside.

It was, at least, Friday.

I get up as Jools was leaving fpr yoga, mainly die to a night of broken sleep thanks to cramps and Cleo. But I soon perked up, dodging the rain drops to put the bins out, fill up the feeders and be ready for work.

I feel something should be happening at work, so for now, it seems just waiting for something that might not arrive, and I'm not sure even if it. Does that make sense? I feel up to date, so monitor mails and the phone, so the day passes and I am ready for when Jools finished work. As there is a new plan; with JOhn not wantig to drive in the dark, it means cards in the afternoon when work allows, and all be done for five so John can get home.

The flaw in that is that this weekend the clocks go back, meaning next week he'll have to leave at four, then eight more weeks of ever earlier finishes, so that it might not be worth playing cards until two months after the winter solstice, at the end of February.

We get to Jen's at five past two due to Jools being caught up in traffic on Jubilee Way, then a quick dash there, where John romps to a win in Meld. Queenie, however, Just before it was time to leave, I get a run of four and scopp the kitty, some four quid in pennies, which I am only too happy to take.

On the way home we grab fish and chips from the shop on the roundabout, back home to make brews and eat the delicious food.

And that was that. Football in the evening, Spurs at Palace, and quite dull it was, though Spurs win, 2-1.