Nine Feet Underground

Owing to my attendance at the above festival at Fenton House in Hampstead (teeth obligatory) this post has all been written after the event and covers the entire three days. As my fingers tap the keys, it's now Monday, I am in Liverpool and the is persistently coming down. Let me take you back... An altogether different Friday. I'm on leave. I'm packing to go to London this afternoon and then to Liverpool via home on Sunday.  I'm planning to leave at around a quarter to two for the station with a view to checking in to our accommodation in Belsize Park before meeting Q, who's travelling down by train from the 'pool. I could go into lots of detail about my journey, but it's pretty mundane and without incident, apart from the penguins. ...and so it is that I find myself sitting opposite Belsize Park tube in the sunshiiine, when I spot Q across the road having emerged from the netherworld that is the Northern Line ('Mind The Gap'! anyone seen the Britis...

When we woke up this morning, the snow had all gone. Work will dominate the day, so I probably won't have that much to say. Q got home from work later than planned and so we decided to have some Chinese food delivered.  Great food from a restaurant we'd not tried before. We decided to watch a Netflix series called 'Treason', or at least the first two episodes before heading for bed.  We're planning to go out for the day tomorrow, not sure where yet. Rialto / 'Monday Morning 5.19' / (Single) [[I heard this again a week or so ago, after quite a few years. I have the single somewhere in my collection.  It has a certain world-weary melancholy about it. ] ]