rose over fair Manchester this morning. This evening rain from dark rain clouds fell. Thus did fickle winter trickle on our good town.
We've had gales too.
I'm not a lover of dark nights or dark mornings, though it's better here than somewhere even further north where it might be dark all the time.
A Norwegian friend tells of really dark winters and of vague mid morning light before the darkness comes again.
Vague Light, great name for a band. 'Node', their difficult second album was short listed for last year's Mercury Prize but pipped at the post by Shallow Desire's 'Only One Lung.'
I too bought SD's single 'Cough your guts up' and played it all the time.
'Cough your guts up
Cough your guts up
Cough your guts up
For the lads.'
Classic.
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On such a gale-swept rain-sodden night Dan, I think I would prefer a nice gentle Fairytale Of New York by The Pogues myself. ;-)
Happy times
Sandy
The Pogues, and dear old Kirsty McColl. Her death was further evidence for me that there is no God.
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