w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

* Today's Lyric truncation explained.

The train was, unusually, already packed when I climbed in this morning. I don't enjoy reading while trying to maintain vertical station (for the whole of the commute - grrr) so I sought solace and refuge in the minidisk walkman. But immediately got the "I'm dead as bread. Why didn't you think to re-charge me at some point, you thoughtless tosser?" message. Today is allegedly the most depressing day of the year - it's not started out wonderfully well. Especially since


Number One Daughter's 23rd birthday party involved us catering for 11 (main meal and dessert on Saturday night, then arranging their sleeping accommodation while they were down the pub), then breakfast on Sunday and cleaning up the aftermath when they'd all finally sodded off. Still, they'd come from as far afield as Bristol, Birmingham, Oldham and Leeds, so a tribute to her personality and power of attraction. It was, of course, all greatly appreciated, but still mighty knackering.

Returning to bed for a kip sounds like a lovely idea, but I'm sat at the desk in work now, so it's also an unlikely pipedream. But it's payday tomorrow and I'm going to treat myself to the SACD version of Mike Oldfield's original "Tubular Bells" - I'll let you know if it sounds any good in 5.1?

Oh - go visit his new site.