Hmm. Since that last post I've actually finished work. I went in on Tuesday and they told me to work to the end of the week and then go away. I dared not blog again in the interim in case they barred me from the premises and stopped me from stealing their excellent biros. But that's it, now I can get on with blogging about smgs and that. And recording an EP. Yay!

I have been listening obsessively to a Jake Thackray compilation which is musically sophisticated and and the work of a lyrical genius. Jake Thackray was yorkshire singer-songwriter who sounds like a cross between Tom Lehrer and a classic French chanteur (sp?). He died a few years ago sadly. He has a way of mixing high and low art in an effortless and beautiful way. The line

"I love a good bum on a woman, it makes my day
For me it is palpable proof of God's existence a posteriori"

has become my favourite ever lyric. A line which can make an arse pun on a correctly applied philosophical classification of experiential evidence (for the existence of God!) is pretty much my benchmark of genius. My number two line is still

"Chains are clinking, ropes are fraying down to thread-
Maybe it was made wrong, rubbing on the wrong thing
Or is it just the natural decline of our body sister?"

For fairly similar reasons. The use of such clumsy language and yet such a perfect metaphor to explore the massive concept of material corruption is more apposite than I can express. You can see these lyrics appearing in a song of mine some time soon, possibly contiguously.