“Act as if the future were yours. Who knows what might happen. You might meet a man in the street, an utter stranger, who would be the means of opening those doors you regard as locked. There is such a thing as grace, too. It could happen, you know, if you were prepared to let something happen.” Henry Miller
The Tower, the Zoo, and the Tortoise by Julia Stuart. The story centres on a hapless beefeater Balthazar Jones and his wife, Hebe, who live in the Tower of London with an ancient tortoise and are coping with the loss of their only child. It’s a zany novel and a quick read, like blowing dandelion seeds, but the story only hangs together because of the entourage of eccentric characters, who are well sketched out, but ache, I think, for a more robust storyline.
Boards of Canada’s Music Has the Right To Children. Puts chills in my lounge lizard.
The La’s. Timeless album from a forgotten band.
The Police’s Zenyatta Mondatta. This was one of the first albums I ever bought as a kid. “Shadows in the Rain,” “Man in a Suitcase,” and “Canary in a Coalmine” still make me crawl the long road of the mind back to my youngblood days.
The Vaselines’ Sex With An X. Glasgow duo who split after their first record and have now got back together after 20 years with a fantastic romp into kitsch indie. Now that’s twee.