Here you go, way too fast

I'm kind of understanding all about nostalgia these days. It's quite potent I think. I drove around last Friday listening to the Psychedelic Furs' first two fantastic albums, and I got wishing they were touring in the UK so I could see them again. But crivvens, as far as I know they haven't made a record in years.

And it's the Primitives on Sunday. A reunion tour. I was thinking I saw them about ten years ago, in the early nineties. And then you realise that was twenty years ago, and it's like people going to see Gerry And The Pacemakers in the eighties.

All of a sudden I'm aware I know nothing about current pop music. And the stuff I listen to now is from all over the place. I'm just as interested as I always was, but when it comes to guitar based pop, I'm strictly retro. And I'm there along with other forty-somethings going 'those were the days' and worrying about having a bad head next morning if I have another pint.

Ah well.

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And now the good news. I've lost a stone in weight since xmas. Which is only a partial success because I put on nearly half a stone in Nov-Dec by just enjoying myself and indulging in much piggery and wine and cheese. It was kind of a post Amsterdam kind of hedonistic fall-out.

So that's half a stone of guilt gone and the second half a stone of success. I'll be in Glastonbury again soon and I'll celebrate the both the goddess and my weight loss with a gourmet pizza from here. .

Can't wait!

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Am loving my new van. It's getting summery and I'm thinking of all the nice places I can go to over the summer. I'm sure I'll be visiting Derbshire and the Nine Maidens and Rowtor Rocks, and Bishops Castle and that really cool little brewery. The cornfields of Wiltshire and the dark skies of Alton Barnes, the heart of all odd things.

But next stop Glastonbury, full speed and pagan!