Seized by Desire

Woohoo!! I received an envelope in the post on Saturday. Nothing unusual in that, you might think. Most post tends to come in envelopes.

Aha. You miss the point. Nothing unusual in that you say – but that is, in fact, it. For it was what was inside the envelope that was, indeed, unusual.

It was a free sample of air from that cauldron of creativity, that hot-bed of originality, London-town, supplied to me by young (and self-confessed fellow-Grup) Patroclus.

I breathed it in, and as my lungs were filled with its rich aromas, I was seized by a wild desire to forge some new blogging masterpiece on the anvil of my mind.

Then I breathed again, and tepid Norfolk miasmas drifted up my nostrils.

So it’s back to the usual old drivel, I’m afraid.

Oh yes, there was something else in the envelope too. A CD from (I’m quoting here from Pat’s blog) a ‘Chicago band called Track a Tiger, who specialise in twee acoustic alt. country harmonies with just enough blips and bleeps to keep the lo-fi electronica fans happy.’

Well, I played the CD, Woke Up Early The Day I Died, on the way to cricket. Pat advised that it was music ‘to listening to while doing the ironing or re-potting some geraniums,’ but as I have said previously, I can get very tense whilst waiting to bat, so the relaxing style of music that Gruppies enjoy at least enabled me to arrive at the match in a calm frame of mind.