Something else for the weekend

The green in the bathroom is just starting to disappear, finally, under three coats of the sort of paint I believe they use to waterproof the undersides of battleships. It was not the restful green of forest glades, rather, it was the green of Romanian mental asylum waiting rooms. Now it's replaceed by white and until i adjust the difference is so great that it's like being inside an ice cube it's so white. It's whiter than a porn star's smile, that's how white it is.

All this painting (paint in hair, paint under fingernails, paint bloody everywhere) means that in order to flush the sinuses of an evening you have to drink a lot of wine. This I did last night.

Alcohol and the intrenet do not a good combination make. When your defenses are down and you are more than usually open to suggestibility, it's easy to wander from the telly to the computer and buy an album in under a minute. this I did, with less than sixty seconds from an advert basicallly saying 'buy this' to my doinhg it.

the good news is that the album itself is excellent, it's called 'takk' and it's by some Icelandic ambient prog rock group. Not an easy listen or a dance floor filler but it is the siort of thing that rewards effort and it's nice to think that somebody out there is making music for adults. On-line reviews include words like 'soundscape', which makes one worry a bit, but it's not all that bad, 'soundscape' conjouring up images of earnest types with long hair and band tour tee shirts from the 70s.

Maybe I am now an ageing hippy git.