Plus Ca Change

I never knew what this title meant. evermind. I can live with that. But I would like to mention I cannot live without chocolate biscuits. They keep cropping up and i seem to ahve a constant supply of the damn things. My flatmate accidentally bought me dark chocolate when I SPECIFICALLY asked for plain. This could have lead to blows, but instead I took the chance and have come to appreciate them. Less moreish than Milk Chocolate, if that can be a real phrase without sounding repellant, but just the job with coffee.
Currently listening to Dogs Die In Hot Cars, who are spending much time on the stereo. Yes, they're a grower. Quirky (even if you despise the word, they are) they whiff oddly of Ska on the offchance, and are pungent in the spectrum of Talking Heads. And odd sensation, but thoughroughly warming and pleasing.

First of These Things

The first would be to say salute. And tres bien indeed (swears deleted until I find whether or not it is a suitable thing to do). Although I am worried slightly by the really crispy thing in my ear I just discovered (and having put off anyone with two braincells dedicated to taste or more) I feel that this could be the start of something with a little merit and maybe even less worth. But nevermind. Lets just get on with it, alright?