memories of lost weekends past.

An utterly splendid mix-tape (ok, cd) arrived!

Courtesy of the glorious iB.

Who knows about these things. (*as does Jon Savage as this is his “Meridian London VI”)


Listened to it on a vast loop last night.

Brought back memories tumbling into one’s consciousness of rain-spattered streets, long afternoons at the Electric, much-needed jolts of espresso, a furled Guardian under our arm, perched on a stool by the zinc at Bar Italia and Sunday’s tramping across Blackheath in a greatcoat and fingerless gloves heading to a house of artists with a portrait of Dali above the sink for a long lost weekend.

Ah. Yes. We have lived quite different lives.

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