Tea
Just drinking a cup of tea now. Had a cup of milky nonsense at our friends Jo & Laurence’s place. Laurence doesn’t drink much tea… he serves a fine cold beer, mind you. They’ve just had a lovely wee girl – it was strange holding a tiny baby in my arms, as L. is now a powerhouse who spent most of our visit trying to eat Laurence’s copy of “Infidels” by Bob Dylan. It was great listening to that old record when we were there – memories galore, especially one of my favourite Dylan songs of that era – “License to Kill”. L. failed to eat the record.
Teething
Poor L. – squealing like a stuck pig in agonising pain as his top teeth pop through. Foy Vance recorded a blues number for him yesterday, which just about sums it up. Foy also played a new song of his, which has no title, but is so spellbindlngly simple and beautiful I wasn’t sure whether to laugh, cry or throw up. AWESOME!! The guy is scary… just a melody machine, dripping with soul and beautiful music. Teething must be limited in the fun stakes… I can’t quite remember.
Teetering
England have just beaten Ecuador. Actually it was like watching Little Upton Special School 2nd XI play Ecuador. I can’t believe they won – they were a bag of balls. Still, that means the flags will stay up and Chris Moyles remains more comfortably far away from me than usual, at least for the time being. Is it just me or is Radio One just unbearable? If someone can tell me a good radio station to tune into in London, I will be most grateful.