One eyed undertaker

This evening I went over to Maidstone to sort some technical problems with Rowan's headphone/microphone combo. Being distracted I went the wrong way and had to travel through Canterbury during the rush hour. Glaciers move faster!

I'm not a stress bunny anymore so I chilled with some sounds that I haven't listened to in ages.

They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.

How good is that?

And then my mind moved to all these things going round about the last book you read or the last CD you bought. I'm not playing that game but I now have a list of CDs I must have if I am ever stuck on that desert island, and you can keep the Bible, read it already and I know how it ends. The complete works of Shakespeare and the menu from the local Indian free delivery restaurant please. For my luxury? Well I guess that Joanna Whalley or Cheri Lunghi are out of the question?