Ed Rush & Optical

Day of bad portents...the sky looks very thin round here...Somerset descending into a blanket of grey threads...

((((...anyone remember the name of a comic story (in either Star Wars or Dr Who or 2000AD comics I think) in which the world was gradually enveloped in a grey mist/fog - it was set in someones front room if I remember rightly...just a sort of one-off story I think... really want to remember that story, just so as I can think of it as not happening))))

...but walking to work at 8.30 this morning the heavens opened and synced perfectly with the opening sampled cloudrush from The Bad Seeds' Tupelo... synced so well in fact that for a few exhilarating moments reality got lost and everything slurred, like a sudden bout of Dragon Breath Yoga...

...then, just seconds later, I saw two saw two living archetypes which sort of Shrekked me out even further...

1st a blind guy leading another blind guy.... one good blind, the other bad, both hopelessly lost in the middle of the park with one of their dogs going mental after two kids and a frisbee...

then...

2nd saw a number of cooks (hats and all, like characters in Mr Ben) arguing inside the back of a large refrigerated van with Fullsome's Best Soups written on the side... one cook pushed another...tempers raised...someone swung a punch...any minute now there's gonna be a Chinese archetype leaping out with a meat cleaver...

such bad tidings... someone's flipping Runes up there and everythings slipping between their fingers...

two archetypes = bad times... bad things always happen at liminal times like these. At thin times.

and they did. (i won't tell you later)

so...

here's some oldish skool jungle in handy 100mb bites...

Ed Rush & Optical - Kiss FM mix (Feb 2000)

because this sort of nonsense is exactly the kind of thing to blow them clouds away...

Oh Ed Rush... never noticed that before... no, really, never noticed that before...

on the other hand got an extremely erotic e-mail today from an old, er, friend which just... well... somethings just knock you out without really saying anything don't they?

actually, it's been a great day.