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I recently bought the new Beck album, mainly on the advice of the lovely people from Q. I'm sorry folks, but I just don't get it. Its dull, insipid and uninspiring. I have tried, believe me I've tried, but repeated listenings have done nothing to change my opinion. Its quite surprising because I usually find the reviews in Q intelligent, accurate and to the point, and they absolutely raved about Sea Change. I don't always agree with them of course, but they are usually spot on with their assessments. I will put this one down to experience and go back to Badly Drawn Boy, whose the Hour of the Bewilderbeast album is everything that Beck isn't.

The English, UK spellchecker in Microsoft Word recognises "Kylie" but not "Kylix". Just thought I would mention that.

Today I has mostly been listening to Marillion.

By the way, you cannot imagine how hard it was to find a Francis Dunnery lyric to title this post. Time for a new plan methinks.

I don't normally do politics here. But I couldn't resist linking to this post on one of the blogs I keep an eye on. Completely spot on I would say.

Here endeth the lesson. Normal service will be resumed shortly with another amusing story of my life and times.

Good to see that the mighty England Cricket team have started their Ashes tour as they mean to go on. For those who aren't aware, here is the BBC Sport report on the first match of the tour. Which we lost to what looks like a saturday afternoon side.

Only two weeks to the first test match, and already it isn't looking good.

Another weekend with the delightful Lewis family. Julia was convinced that I would acquire lots of material that I could share via this web page. Well, perhaps, but I think I will wait until the girls are a little older. Its much more embarrassing to be reminded of these kind of shenanigans when you have reached your teens. Or is it just that I am a cruel man?

Anyway, I am in trouble with the wife so I had better apply my energies to where they will be of most benefit.

Oh, and I successfully avoided any Tweenie exposure. Althought there was a nasty Barbie moment …

Today, I as been mostly listening to James and Coldplay. They go remarkably well together, like a pair of old slippers. Marvellous.

We are off to Poynings for the weekend to play with small children. With a bit of luck we return to sanity on Sunday night. Just join me in a silent prayer that I don't have to watch any Tweenies videos.

This one is for the seventies throwback. Not that he reads this page of course, but I will show it to him the next time I see him and tie him to a chair long enough to look at "that interweb thingy". Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, the garden.

Sometimes life is just too sweet. The random playlist function on my MP3 jukebox just came up with the following tracks;

• Squeeze – Labelled with Love
• Francis Dunnery – In the garden of mystic lovers
• Squeeze – Up the junction
• Dodgy – Staying out for the summer
• Supergrass – Born again

As they say down under – how good is that?

I don't want to turn this into a weather blog, so this will be the last entry on the subject – for a while at least.

But, blimey, the sun is out and I can see blue skies. In London. In October. As Terry Wogan would say, "Stab me vitals"

I am going to have to go and lie down now.

Secured today, three tickets for the Fast Show Live at the Brixton Academy on the 28th of November. Suddenly, being in London doesn't seem such a bad thing. Or, as they say on the television "Suits you sir"

Mind you, it is still very cold, and there was a bit of wind last night as well.

This morning, on the Danny Baker show, one of the phone in topics was people who aren’t very adventurous with food. Amy from Catford phoned in and mentioned that her sister was a life long vegetarian who didn’t like vegetables.

For the curious apparently she exists on Marmite and pasta, in the same dish. I can’t imagine that eating out with her would be any fun.

Oh, and there is absolutely no subtext to this post whatsoever. Honest.