Crush Collision/The Twilight World of Sonic Disco

[hirez]

[ You don't have to be Prince if you want to dance ]

I trust that y'all will understand if I eye that particular meme in a not dissimilar manner to the one I employed when viewing the spent fuel-rods at the back of the caves (am I going to have to explain 'caves'? I hope not. It would please me no end to discover that most of my F-L knew the same as I (or hopefully more) about arcane nuke-tech.) when I was doing some work in Berkeley nuclear labs.

Anyway. I looked. Most unexpectedly gratifying. Yes.

Moving swiftly on, I was pleased to be able to guzzle the first coffee of the day in the company of my younger brother. For those of you not up to speed with H-R history (Averagely strange, ta), he's many of the things I'm not (these days, anyway) - short of hair and corporate of car, given to wearing rugger shirts when out drinking with the lads. The sort of person yer average rude and chippy goff would avoid on general principles. So anyway, through raw competence and a reputation for Looking After His Chaps and Getting Shit Done, he appears to be some kind of area tech-manager for a firm who install Expensive Tech into Expensive Cars. (Having worked his way up from hired gun brought in on a deathmarch)

This is good. I must be growing up.

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You just have to get down with the Age of Chance

[sarah-mum.livejournal.com]

Mostly unconnected,but remined me. On last moochin round Bristol pre-gig I saw youth out in pubs wearing cycle-racer tops with their baggies and dreds. Is there some sort of revival happening?

Oh, and put me down for 1 (imagine no-one's surprise)