I spent Thursday and Friday in Birmingham for work, my god they used a lot of concrete building that city. When I completed what I had to do I realised that I was going to have a 4 hour wait at the airport, so I did the calculation waiting time + flight time + drive home from the airport and came to the conclusion that I would be just as quick getting in the hire car and driving north.
Getting out of Birmingham was easy enough but it took me 3 hours to get to bloody Preston due to traffic going to the V Festival and as a result I got home at 10:35 pm, an hour and a half later than if I had got the flight. Not one of my better decisions. Still I didn't spend money I haven't got in the duty free.
One observation from spending so much time in the car, Radio 1 is completely shit. Due to the lack of iPod connectivity I was forced to listen to the radio, after a brief flirtation with Radio 2, yuk and nothing interesting on Radio 4 until PM at five, there was nothing else for it but Fabulous Radio 1. I'm sorry Edith Bowman but if you think Kernkraft 400 by Zombie Nation is a dance classic you are sadly mistaken and in need of a full frontal lobotomy and I am not going to go into any details about the Scott Mills show, suffice to say pish of the highest order.
I'm not sure which was worse the traffic jam or Radio 1 but in combination it was probably one of the worst forms of torture imaginable and needs to banned in the Geneva Conventions
Bob Marley And The Wailers - Concrete Jungle (version)
Bobby Womack - Home Is Where The Heart Is
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Had the same experience on a drive home last year - traffic jam and Radio 1 chart rundown. All the acts were interchangable: pleading R and B, crashing over-polished pop or clanging Indie. The presenters Fearne and Reggie) were gibbering and jabbering like youth-clubbers on a sugar rush..and for all the fizz-bang production it may just as well have been broadcast in Esperanto with every song written by Mike Batt and recorded by the Smash robots. Never again.
Put the radio on last night driving late back from Dover - all Heart & Magic 'mellow zones' and BBC piggin' Kent phone-ins with endless Will Bloody Young and 'I Believe That Children Are Our Future' and Dido, and it's all supposed to be 'moving' and 'fabulous' and 'classic' but actually is...what Hell will be like if I continue to be A Very Bad Person.
Sorry, meant to say - love the Womack x
Bobby is rather apt for you too. Good to have you back Mr H. I hope too much fine wine and gastronomique delights were had by all.
Thanks Drew: fine wine absolument, gastronomique delights less so, though Mrs H did make us an excellent omelette one night...
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