Out of the loop

We're having a heat wave but I'm sorting of missing it. When you work in an air conditioned office it passes you by. It's a bit like when everyone is talking about a tv series that you are not following. You may have caught half of the first episode but then couldn't get along with it. I'm not wearing a coat, that's one change but I'm loving my lunch hour because it allows me to get the sensation back in my shoulders which have been shot blasted by air con.

Hear the drummer get wicked

About this time every summer I get a bit of a thing for dance music. It normally comes before Brighton Pride. Anyway, you can set your clock by it. It passes and I normally slip back into Classic FM but at its highest point the car rattles and little children scatter on my approach. In fact, were it a BBC wildlife programme in glorious HD the money shot would be my head doing beats like a nodding dog. It's not big, it's not clever, it's your dad dancing.

Oh sit down

I'm sat crossed legged in the garden trying to clean out my chakras. A song thrush is looking at me probably chirping 'will you just f#ck off!'. I remember once as a kid I sat on a football pitch when the heavens opened. There was no one around and so I remained there and slowly became soaked. I often think of it and can still feel the water running down my face and the joy of walking home with squelching shoes. It's a beautiful evening, the thrush is still giving me evils and there is no suggestion of rain more's the pity.