MMmm, smell the Skatalites. Yes, yes all right. Most would argue that an overdose of Phil Jupitus is to blame (or at least time spent in excess of 5 seconds around the man to whom ska is more than just madness, its a form of isanity), but yes, I am now enjoying the Skatalites in all their jolly glory. I like it. I forgot how much fun and happiness could be brought forth by trumpets.
Speaking of happiness, on a visit yesterday, or so, to the house of good friends of mine, I was greeted, almost instantly, by small and popular furry yule log of dog. Instead of leaping up at my chest and mauling me to the ground as a more robust dog would have done, he scrabbled at my ankle in his own inimitable style. I found this very pleasing, alongside being assured that this meant he liked me, and feel very much affirmed by his actions.
Also music fans, digging the men of half biscuit nature. Oh yes, for the delights of Half Man Half Biscuit are multiple fold and nutritious. I can only heartily recommend.
This day was brought to you by Boursin cheese, making a fine soft cheese for sandwich heaven.
