So many words last week. This time I'm just going to point and grunt about the past seven days.
Fuck yeah capsicums @ $5 for a huge bag. Roasted and froze those slightly irregular little bitches; they will serve the hummus (not humus) of the future. Lilies. Hate binning them before the last one is over.
Oystercatchers are shedding their black and white feathers all over the field.
Interpol / roland. Interpol songs are like mayonnaise. Their utterly inapposite elements should not work together but they are whipped by the power of guitar into something that coats you smoothly all over. Paul's charismatic paraparesis and robot sheep delivery are off the hook here. And closing with that looping FB / back to the punters shit gives me the fucking vapours.
Look it's stopped snowing!