A couple of my oldest mates paid me a visit the weekend before last. It's pretty terrifying to think that I've know one of those guys for 47 years - 47! That's over 75% of my life. The other Johnny-come-lately has, however, only been a member of my inner circle for a mere 44 years - bloody newbie. In days of old we would have retreated forthwith to the nearest hostelry to spend the day drinking our own respective body-weights in alcoholic beverages. To be fair, we did neck a couple of pints later in the afternoon, but early doors we headed out to a local transport museum, where many of the usually static trolley-buses and trams had been pressed back into service for an open weekend, offering free rides to one and all. I'll admit that the trip to the museum wasn't my idea originally, but as one ride followed another the years fell away and I had a whale of a time.
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Skinny's 1998 debut LP 'The Weekend' was a downtempo favourite in the latter days of my shop and I enjoy it still. While prepping this post, I was surprised to find that the band released a second record, 'Taller', in 2001, which I must track down and check out.
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Mmmm, I'm really loving the Bus Song! With its dreamy feel, the sound effects and a vaguelyMassive Attack-y vibe going on, I didn't want it to end. Thanks for bringing it to my ears, will investigate more.
And I love a bus too. Sounds well worth the fare, especially to be with your old pals - there's great comfort to be had in these decades-long friendships, I mean, you must have known each other since you were babies!
Got to love a bus museum
C: We weren't exactly babies when we met, though it kind of feels that way when viewed from this end of our lives! Glad you enjoyed the tune.
SA: Indeed, although I did have to suppress the urge to go charging up the stairs to claim the front seat each time we boarded a different bus. Some things haven't changed much in the last 60 years!
Ah, a post to warm the cockles of my heart. Any sign of Robyn Hitchcock? - Brian
Hi Brian, great to hear from you. We'd actually been to see the great man in concert the previous evening!
You've just described a near perfect day. Tho' not sure the Merton Parkas would agree; a man ain't a man with a ticket in his hand. You need wheels, apparently.
Sounds much more appealing than boozing the afternoon away...
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