Farewell Daphne. You looked fierce but you were a sweetheart.

Something In the Dirt. An absolute treat. Delightfully quirky with very winning performances.

Today’s solitary score.

Lovely day out in Bristol.

Terrific Miles Davis CD with this month’s Mojo. It made preparing a chilli in the kitchen impossibly cool.

Psittancine. Relating to or denoting birds of the parrot family. Paul McAuley introduced an entirely alien word today.

Country life: explaining to the Waitrose driver I am bathing a poorly chicken in the sink. 🐓

Now playing. For the six hundredth time probably.

Beef roll, is it?

Now playing. Extremely Brian Pern.

A bold Backlisted finale from the Masterchef kitchen with some old familiar faces.

Birds of parallax.

Today’s walk. St Peter’s Pump, Stourhead. Weather abominably foul.

Walcot Street Schwartz Bros has closed, precisely halving reasons to visit Bath. ☹️

Today’s walk. (Warminster mercifully not pictured)

Reboot The Persuaders immediately.

Now playing.

I suspect many ministers are passing secret cabinet intel to business cronies, smoothing the way for post-career consultancies, etc.

Leda. Dialogue-free impressionistic folk-horror tone poem retelling Leda and the swan. Rather mannered and precious. Not scary.

Now playing. Air Texture Volume VII.

Now playing.

Now playing. Eerie and mysterious. Sarah Angliss should have done the Wuthering Heights soundtrack.

Ridiculous.

Now reading.

Sad we will never now see the Lynch-directed ad, The Air is on Fryer.

Saw Bulk tonight. Good fun and a Ben Wheatley Q&A after. Barrow and Utley in attendance for the authentic Bristol experience.

Cor! I would like to hear this version.

Her debut. Not very compelling nor very convincing. The cool precision is not here yet.

The is the most full-on album I’ve heard in a long time. Foetus - Halt.

The model is wearing sandalwood and rosemary refresh spray after rolling in fox shit.

Now reading.

Made the mistake of listening to Sly & Robbie’s Boops (Here To Go). All-day earworm.

Now playing. Short Span dub techno compilation.

Now playing. Rrose - Please Touch.

Crazed John Cale viola via the Make Noise Mysteron.

Heartbreakingly, the Melania documentary UK premiere sells one ticket.

Half of the mighty twin tower of dub. Sly Dunbar RIP

I see you are eating a Cornish pasty.

She was curious and orange. Delia arrived a scrawny emaciated rescue chicken and became plump and happy, constantly shouting. We will miss her.

Out of stock at source and Boomkat, cunningly ordering from a hipster boutique in Peckham Rye where no one would be seen dead buying CDs. 💅

I fully accept that my enthusiasm for ridiculous beer is becoming intolerable.

Now playing. Ryuichi Sakamoto - Left-Handed Dream.

I love that Carney is completely done with the bullshit.

Now playing.

I have seen two episodes of Pluribus. It’s a whacked-out freewheeling thought experiment, but is it a drama?

Davos summary: rid us of the Fanta Menace.

I can’t read Norwegian. What are they calling the USA? ‘Neo-fascistisk bananrepublikk’

Hellhound

Ain’t played this for years. Sumptuously fiddly, the tiny kernels of great riffs that have survived the endless remixing and rearrangements. They’re all like this.

Drama