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>Day 199: Multitasking…who says it’s a woman thing?

30 September, 2009 Leave a comment

>Today’s soundtrack: Yes – Fragile

There is a school of thought that men cannot multitask – that it is a uniquely female ability. I dispute this theory.

Think about it gents. On the odd occasions when the GLW* (or equivalent) is away and you have the house to yourself for any length of time, what do you do?

I’ll tell you. Everything. At once.

Mark Ellen talked about this some time ago on The Word podcast, and it certainly resonated with me. When alone, you may find him cooking in the kitchen. With a guitar around his neck. Music will be playing in the background, and the television might be on, or a DVD playing, with the sound turned down. It is possible that a book or magazine will also be being read at the same time.

Basically, when we are alone, we want – actually need – to be doing everything we normally can’t do – and to be doing it all at the same time. Because you never know when you’ll next get the chance.

Or is it just me then?

Oh.

Whatever, it was certainly me today. I had the ironing to finish, so that was my primary task. Although while I was ironing, I had a pot of soup on the stove that needed attending to on a regular basis. The TV was on, so I could watch a New Order documentary on DVD whilst ironing/cooking. Oh, and I was also checking my emails on a regular basis, in between keeping a game of Football Manager on the go.

The difference between male and female multitasking probably comes down to the sheer pointlessness of the male version. There was absolutely no need for me to do so much at once – it just felt like the right thing to do…

Anyway, the soup was/is delicious. We are back on ham and lentil after last week’s red pepper and tomato, and I am going to re-recommend the recipe to you, which is here.

And the ironing is done. For another forty days.

Earlier, I spoke to the FD of the business in London about the potential contract work. Both parties very interested, but we agreed to hold fire for a week to see where we got to with the permanent role in Preston.

Spaghetti Carbonara for tea tonight. I know we’ve done this one before, but the search engine at the top of the blog is a touch inconsistent, I’ve found. Despite it telling me that no posts match my query for ‘carbonara‘, it’s all there for you on Day 39.

I need to come up with some new recipes for you!

I’m showing my age today, with the music selection that iTunes has thrown up. When I was in my early teens, once I was over my ‘Glam’ phase, ‘Prog‘ was where it was at – mainly that provided by Emerson, Lake & Palmer – and Yes. We dabbled in King Crimson and Genesis, but ultimately we were either in the ELP camp or the Yes camp. A bit like having favourite football teams, really.

Fragile is actually still a very listenable album – in parts. The album is bookended by the two ‘big’ tracks – ‘Roundabout’ and ‘Heart of the Sunrise’ – but is let down by the inclusion of short, semi-solo pieces composed by each of the band members. A bad idea all round.

Anyway, here’s ‘Roundabout’ in all its pomp and glory – Capes! Hair! Incomprehensible lyrics!

You can’t beat a bit of prog.

*GLW = Good Lady Wife. But you all knew that, didn’t you?

Categories: ironing, Yes

>Day 198 – 5,000 up!!

28 September, 2009 Leave a comment

>Today’s soundtrack: Soft Cell – The Twelve Inch Singles

Oh my – Check out the little counter thing at the bottom of the left hand column of stuff – at the time of writing it says ‘5,033’. That’s over five thousand ‘hits’ on the site since i started this thing, oh, 198 days ago.

A rough bit of mental arithmetic makes that an average of around 25 ‘hits’ per day. Not quite up there with the BBC or Google, admittedly, but I am quietly impressed, I have to say. Impressed (and slightly concerned) that there are around 25 people who are interested/bored/sad enough to read my daily ramblings.

Of course that’s a bit of a sweeping assumption. It could be that it’s a different 25 people every day who come along once, say ‘what is this rubbish’ and never come back again. But no, it looks like I’ve got a bit of a hard core following out there, who keep me doing this every day. What will you do if/when I ever get back into gainful employment? Expect me to carry on on a daily basis?

You would, an’ all.

But without coming across all Simon Bates, I’m glad you’re out there and – whether you like it or not – I’ll keep this going as long as I realistically can.

Some progress on the job front today – I gave my feedback on Friday’s interview to the recruitment consultant for follow-up, and got in touch with the business in London about the contract opportunity passed on to me by my former colleague. At this stage I just wanted to put them in the picture about my availability, as well as expressing my definite interest in the role if circumstances allow. It would not be fair to agree to the role, then try and wriggle out of it half way through because I had a permanent role to go to.

Although chance would be a fine thing.

Anyway, we are to continue talking – an initial phone call tomorrow to talk about the role and firm up on interest, if circumstances allow.

After a bit more internal admin-type things (audit committee expenses, house insurance, updating my jobseeking activity and the like) I forced myself to get the ironing board out again. Looking back, it was day 157, the last time I blogged about ironing – and looking even further back, ironing seems to rear its head every forty days or so.

So. Forty days worth of ironing. That’s a bloody big pile of ironing.

This time, rather than do all the ironing in the kitchen, I thought I’d lug it all up into the lounge and do my ironing up there, catching up on the DVD pile while I did so.

Which would have been fine, apart from two things.

Firstly, I discovered very quickly that my multitasking skills do not stretch to ironing and watching TV at the same time. This slowed things down considerably.

Secondly, the plug sockets in the lounge forced me to iron right handed instead of left handed. Now I do have a degree of ambidexterity, so this was not impossible, but it did slow me up even more.

But no matter – it was a lot more entertaining than standing in the kitchen doing the ironing.

So what did I (try to) watch while smoothing away? Two things – secondly the DVD of Magazine performing in Manchester that I mentioned recently, but I started by watching the recently-released Stones film, ‘Gimme Shelter’, about the performance at Altamont that ended with the death of Meredith Hunter, murdered in front of the stage (and on camera) while the Stones were performing.

I’d not seen it before – it is a very powerful film, particularly the moment when Hunter draws a gun in front of the stage, before being stabbed in the neck and dragged away by the Hell’s Angels who were notionally responsible for security on the day.

How could such a thing happen? Or rather, how could the event have been organised in such a way that the possibility of such a thing happening could arise? I think Altamont has to be viewed in the context of the times. Earlier that summer, Woodstock had taken place and – chaos and disorder notwithstanding – had passed off entirely peacefully and calmly. This gave rise to the feeling that such behaviour was the norm, rather than the outcome of a relatively unique set of circumstances.

The Stones, who had missed out on Woodstock, clearly felt the need to have their own, mini-Woodstock in San Francisco, as the climax of their 1969 US tour. Working under the naive impression that it would all just come together and be groovy, man, such fundamentals as finding a safe, appropriate venue, with a full infrastructure including – crucially – security, were glossed over, rushed, and subject to some very bad decision-making.

The worst decision was to entrust security to the local Hell’s Angels – a completely different organisation to the ‘weekend Angels’ entrusted with a similar role at Hyde Park in London earlier that year. The San Franciscan Angels came fuelled with strong drink, armed with weighted pool cues that they were keen to use, and prepared to ‘own’ their territory in front of the stage, regardless of the bands and their fans.

Watching the film, in the context of festivals I have been to myself, the most striking thing is the height of the stage, and the lack of distance between the band and the crowd. No real secure area in front of the stage, which must have been a maximum of four feet above ground level – this to serve an audience in excess of 300,000 people.

It is clear from a very early stage that the Angels are out of control and are uncontrollable. The violence meted out is shocking, as is the bands’ and organisers’ inability to cope with it. Eventually everything descends into anarchy and mayhem.

The end of the Aquarian dream, the Woodstock era? Maybe. The inevitable consequence of a badly organised, naively controlled event, inappropriately policed? Almost certainly. Whatever, ‘Altamont’ will forever be remembered as one of the days the music died.

Phew!

Today’s actual soundtrack comes from Soft Cell, Leeds synth-poppers who come with ladles of camp and buckets of sleaze. ‘Pop’ is probably an unfair epithet to bestow upon them, because whilst they were certainly popular, their music and subject matter is as far from mainstream pop as it’s possible to get – stalking a seedy underworld of freaks, sordid and extravagant sexuality and misery.

The duo were at their best on the twelve inch single, as this collection shows. They were able to stretch out, turn their songs into extended vignettes on the sleazy underworld they took as their subject matter.

This was as good as they got – Say Hello, Wave Goodbye. It lacks the extended intro that comes with the twelve inch version, but does get straight into the meat of the story.

>Day 157: Letting the Side Down

19 August, 2009 Leave a comment

>Today’s soundtrack: The Long Blondes – Someone to Drive You Home

You may not be aware, but I receive occasional correspondence from the regular readers of this blog. Now the bulk of such correspondence is generally positive. However there is a clear feeling from certain (male) correspondents that I am letting the side down a touch – or, at least, setting a dangerous precedent – by describing my adventures in the kitchen with such relish.

“Women’s Work!” I can (almost) hear them saying. “Don’t be giving them ideas, Paul!” they (might) be thinking.

Well sorry chaps. It gets worse. I spent most of today doing the ironing. And will be doing the same tomorrow, as well as pegging out the washing and attacking the shower with bathroom cleaner.

Best keep all this between us, eh? If it’s any consolation, Mrs W cooked the tea tonight.

And very nice it was too, dear.

(You might be thinking, how slow is he, taking the best part of two days to do the ironing? Well as I might have suggested previously, it’s volume, not speed, that’s the problem here. If I hadn’t started ironing today, I’d have been walking round in work shirts and swimming costumes, since they’re the only things left in the wardrobe).

I wasn’t expecting to have the day clear, but unfortunately a meeting with a firm of accountants in Manchester was postponed at the last minute – will now happen in early September. A shame, but at least the meeting hasn’t gone away, and was rearranged very quickly and efficiently. I also got a call from another old mate today, checking up on things and suggesting a few people I could contact in the drive to get back to work. Good to know that people are out there, thinking about me and trying to see me right.

The Long Blondes were an indie band from Sheffield, who produced two very good albums in the last couple of years and then split up suddenly, apparently due to illness in the group rather than the usual ‘musical differences’ (unlike The Housemartins, who split up due to ‘musical similarities’, according to the press release).

I saw The Long Blondes for the one and only time at Glastonbury in 2007, on the Other Stage in the pouring rain and about three feet of mud. Despite the inauspicious surroundings, they brought a little ray of sunshine to a quite dispirited crowd and I enjoyed them a lot. Sounding like a cross between Pulp and Blondie, their songs are mostly about relationships, either failing or failed, and are peppered with music and film references. And they have tunes, which is always a good thing in my book.

All that’s good about them is encapsulated in four minutes below – “Weekend Without Makeup”.

>Day 113: No such thing as a free lunch?

7 July, 2009 Leave a comment

>Today’s soundtrack: Bloc Party – A Weekend in the City

Mrs W is back at work this week, after a well-deserved week off, so it’s back to just me and the cat at home in the daytime. So I let him have the run of the garden and cleared off to see the parents (and, of course, to get a free lunch out of them. They say there is no such thing as a free lunch. There is, of course. When you go round to your Mum and Dad’s).

I normally go round to my parents at the weekend. Except that most of the time the arl fella is out, watching my nephew play football. So I thought if I went round on a Monday, he’d be in.

He was out, of course.

Although he hadn’t gone far – just out visiting his sister and fetching the dog from my brothers. It was nice to have a couple of hours with my Mum and Dad, showing off the Glastonbury pictures and listening them bicker like and old married couple. Which of course they are.

Back home then, to let Pedro back in after his morning wanderings. After what happened to Katy Teabag, I am still nervous about leaving him out alone for any length of time, but he scampered happily up to the back door without a care in the world. Still no evidence of him seeking to go anywhere near the front door – on the only occasion he did step out at the front of the house, he couldn’t get back inside quickly enough. And long may that continue!

Finally coming out of my Glastonbury torpor, it was time to get on with some housework. That meant the ironing, which – true to form – I had allowed to build up over a couple of weeks to the extent that it was getting a touch difficult to close the airing cupboard door. So a couple of hours spent battling through a huge pile of t-shirts and sweaters. I hate ironing t-shirts – they generally end up with more creases than they started with – but eventually the ‘ironed’ pile grew higher than the ‘creased’ pile. Time to stop, saving the pile of shirts and trousers for tomorrow. Now shirts I don’t mind – there are seams and stuff to follow in a particular order, and they are generally not made of stretchy stuff either. And trousers are ok, until it comes to the crease needed in ‘proper’ kecks which is safest left to the trouser press in all honesty.

Light tea tonight, enjoyed in front of ‘Celebrity Masterchef’ – possibly the only programme that I watch with the word ‘celebrity’ in the title. Anyway I don’t care – I love it. As a bit of an amateur cook myself, I’m fascinated by the series – the recipes they choose to cook, the pressures they are put under in professional kitchens. I’d be crap at it – the one thing I cannot do is cook to a deadline and an hour (or whatever they are given) would never be enough for me. Also, I can’t be doing with the presentational aspects of ‘professional’ cookery – I want to eat it and taste it, not look at it!

All good fun though. Reckon Cilla off of Corrie is favourite, although Mrs W thinks that Jayne Middlemiss might just sneak it – and she might be right as well.

Bloc Party make it onto the soundtrack today. Now I like Bloc Party, but I wouldn’t miss them if they’d never existed, if that makes sense, and I’ve always found somewhere better to be when they’ve been on festival bills. So not an essential group by any means, but they are more than ok in my book. A Weekend in the City is their second album, and was pretty well received when it came out. Again, I probably wouldn’t actively seek it out to listen to, but I do enjoy it when it comes up on shuffle.

Sorry lads, damned with faint praise there. Anyway, here’s ‘Hunting For Witches’, one of the singles from the album:

>Day 72: Domestic Bliss?

27 May, 2009 Leave a comment

>Today’s soundtrack: White Denim – Let’s Talk About It

Back to the daily grind after the Bank Holiday weekend today – which for me meant catching up on the domestic chores – including the sodding ironing.

Now I am sure the domestic goddesses (and gods – there must be one or two) would tell you that the trick is to do it ‘little and often’ so it becomes less of a chore. I am more of the ‘let it mount up until you’ve got nothing left in the cupboards to wear’ persuasion. Which is fine for about three weeks, but then you find that the door to the airing cupboard is starting to bulge at the seams.

So I got to it. In any event, I needed to free up some space in the airing cupboard for today’s little ‘experiment’ – more of which later.

Again, I suspect the expert ironers amongst you would suggest organising the pile into some form of order – so that you do all the shirts together, then all the trousers, then tops and t-shirts? No? I prefer the element of surprise in my ironing – possibly less efficient, but maybe more fun?

In any event, I didn’t finish, so the joys spill over into tomorrow.

At least my innate ability to multi-task (are you reading this, potential employers?) allows me to iron and listen at the same time, ironing to a very ‘up’ setlist comprising Hayseed Dixie (bluegrass versions of the classics – Whole Lotta Love, War Pigs and This Fire on fiddle…), The Chieftains (more fiddle, and lots of Irish jiggery) and a compilation of ’80s 12″ singles (slightly fewer fiddles, rather more synthesisers, makeup and archness).

So the ironing wasn’t all bad.

So why did I need to make some space in the airing cupboard, readers? Well, to help my dough rise, of course. And I mean that quite literally, it’s not a crude sexual metaphor. Would be a bit sad if it was.

Today, we move to Advanced Breadmaking, by not letting the machine do all the work – actually taking the dough out after the initial rise, and shaping and baking by hand (well, the baking is done by the oven, but you know what I mean). Why? You might ask. Well we needed some bread rolls to be filled with sausage and onions, but I also wanted to do a dry run for tomorrow’s slice of culinary experimentation. No, I’ll tell you tomorrow.

So did it work? Yes, it did, actually – see the evidence opposite. I have to say the round rolls were somewhat easier to shape than the ‘finger’ rolls were (unless the fingers in question are particularly fat and arthritic) but ultimately they smelt, and tasted, exactly as you would want. And the sausages did fit quite snugly into the finger rolls as well, with room for a spot of onion and some brown sauce.

Today’s soundtrack comes from White Denim, a trio from Austin, Texas who made a few ripples last year with this album, ‘Workout Holiday’. Very difficult to classify them other than as ‘indie’, which they undoubtedly are, or were, this and their previous album originally being self-financed and issued. If that makes them sound a bit amateurish and ramshackle, that does them a bit of a disservice really. They are good fun and worthy of a minute or two of your time. Sadly in pulling this blog together I note that they were playing in Liverpool seven days ago and I missed them – also that they are not doing the UK festival circuit this year. Ah well, never mind, Let’s Talk About It instead….

>Day 39: Like Painting the Forth Bridge

23 April, 2009 1 comment

>Today’s soundtrack: The Rakes – Capture/Release

Well I was supposed to be taking it easy today, after my exertions yesterday, but it didn’t really pan out that way as my conscience got the better of me.

First things first though – I put in my application for the overseas job I mentioned yesterday – it might be a bit of a long shot, but having discussed it with Mrs W, we both feel it is worth investigating further. So the CV is in, let’s see what comes back.

In other news on the job front, I took a call from another recruitment consultant, who is exploring something on a speculative basis and wanted to know if I was happy for him to put my name forward…yes please! And finally, one of my earlier applications has borne some fruit in that I’m through to the ‘next round’ of assessments, which involves some psychometric testing and a day of exercises and interviews on site. Unfortunately, the assessment day happens to fall on my birthday, which as some readers will know is a ‘biggie’ this year, which means rearranging plans Mrs W and I had to mark the day (‘celebrate’ perhaps being the wrong word…). Still, if I’m successful in the assessment process, that might be the best birthday present I could get?

The most satisfying thing is that, even some 39 days in, I am still getting contacted with potential opportunities and the phone is still ringing. We always accepted it was likely to be a long, slow process (and it may be that none of the things above come to anything) but at least there isn’t a feeling that things are passing me by.

I took advantage of the continuing good weather today to get out into the garden and continue Operation Lawn Rescue, getting the ‘Weed and Feed’ down and spraying the weeds with weedkiller. I also planted a leafy thing that we’ve had sitting in a pot for a while – be interesting to see if I can actually get anything to grow out there!

I also took the opportunity to try and identify some of the many birds that are attracted by Mrs W’s largesse on the birdseed front. Surprised (and pleased) to see that in addition to the bog-standard sparrows, pigeons and blackbirds, we have been visited by bullfinches, jays, jackdaws and even occasionally by a woodpecker.

Having finished in the garden (and having wolfed down some more of my ryebread housebrick) I finally attacked the pile of ironing that has been building up for a while now. I didn’t literally attack it – although I felt like it – but now feel quietly satisfied that it’s all done, folded and put away in drawers.

But it doesn’t go away, does it, this housework? Bugger doing this full-time – I’d rather have a job!

Quietly satisfying night last night – I cooked a stonking Spaghetti Carbonara and sat down with a cheeky white to watch the Everton game. Coming hot on the heels of the semi-final, I fully expected us to get steamrollered by Chelsea, especially when I saw the changes to the Everton team. However the boys acquitted themselves really well and got a fully deserved draw – and with the bulk of the chances and a decent penalty shout, we were probably unlucky not to win. Particularly pleasing were the performances of Lars Jacobsen and Segundo Castillo, two players who have had few chances to impress this season but were given their chance last night – and both impressed with their application and tenacity. However the man of the match – by a country mile – was Leighton Baines, who was imperious both defending and going forwards. After getting very few chances last season to establish himself, he has taken his chance this year to become a fixture in the first team. A watching Fabio Capello, comparing Leighton’s performance to that of Ashley Cole, will no doubt have been suitably impressed. On current form, there is no doubt who the best left back in the country is – and he’s not married to one of Girls Aloud!

The Spaghetti Carbonara? Dead easy! In a big pan, fry up in some olive oil a decent chunk of bacon (4 or so rashers) that you have cut into small chunks. I actually prefer to use pancetta, but in deference to Mrs W’s wishes, I stick to common or garden unsmoked back bacon. In the same pan, add a few cloves of finely sliced garlic – as many cloves as you can stand. When the bacon and garlic mixture begin to brown and crisp, add a decent glug of white wine and reduce over a medium heat.

Cook your spaghetti in a large pan of salted boiling water, and while the spaghetti is cooking, break four organic/free range eggs into a jug and beat thoroughly with some salt and black pepper. Add a similar amount by volume of freshly grated parmesan and blend thoroughly.

When the spaghetti is cooked, drain thoroughly, then add to the pan containing the bacon and garlic. Mix thoroughly, reducing the heat to the lowest flame you can. When the spaghetti is fully coated with the oily bacon/garlic mix and is heated through, add the egg and parmesan to the pan. Again, mix thoroughly until the pasta is coated with the sauce, and the egg is beginning to set. Don’t allow the egg to set fully, you are aiming for a thick (but cooked) sauce, not scrambled egg or (God forbid) a pasta omelette!

Serve on hot plates with yet more grated parmesan and black pepper. Eat with gusto.

Oh, remember my cheeky bid for the Albertos singles the other day? I won the bid (at the outrageous sum of £1.99) and the singles turned up this morning. Result!

Today’s soundtrack comes courtesy of The Rakes – an indie band formed a few years ago, who came into prominence around the same time as Bloc Party, The Futureheads and Maximo Park, and with whom they share a similar sound. Capture/Release is their first album and it’s….ok, I guess, nothing particularly special.

Anyway, make your own mind up – here they are performing ‘Retreat’ on Jools Holland…

Right, I’ve a Cottage Pie to be cooking now (cooked with beef mince – it would be a Shepherd’s Pie if I used lamb) so laters everybody…

>Day 12: The pressure!

27 March, 2009 1 comment

>Today’s soundtrack: EMF – Schubert Dip

When I started this blog, the intention was partly to ensure I did something creative, that required a bit of thought and effort, and, frankly, to give me something to do. I assumed I would be largely ‘howling into the void’ – not for one minute did I think people would start reading the thing.

Now, I find, I am developing a small audience for these ramblings. Not only that, an increasingly vociferous and demanding audience. I am now getting requests – and demands – for namechecks and for particular content in the blog. The pressure!

So, firstly, a big ‘shout out’ to James and crew in Manchester. Thank you for keeping me involved in stuff – whilst I have given up on the fantasy football as a bad job, I intend to keep my position at the top of the leaderboard for the calendar quiz.

And secondly, the recipes. I try to theme this around the job search, the music and the football – but no. It’s recipes you want. So recipes you shall have – but not today I’m afraid. Tonight’s tea is currently on the go – it’s curry night tonight at Waring Towers – with three separate dishes bubbling away gently.

Dish number one, a sag aloo – potatoes and spinach simmering in a spicy tomato base. I’m still amazed at the way spinach cooks – the bag of spinach that went into the pan was as big as a pillow – now, you can just about discern a few green strands in amongst the spuds.

Dish number two – a chicken tikka masala (for Mrs W, who knows what she likes). Chicken cooking away in its sauce, just waiting some fresh coriander and cream before serving.

Pictures opposite and yes, Mark, ‘genuine’ pictures!

The third dish is the interesting one – a bit of an experiment involving lamb and certain other ingredients. If it’s any good I’ll give you the recipe tomorrow. If not, I might just pretend it never happened.

Oh, by the way – the broccoli and Stilton soup yesterday – is absolutely to die for! Make it now!

Right then – other stuff. The inevitable happened today. You try and avoid it – look for excuses, other things to do – but eventually you just can’t put it off any longer.

I did the ironing.

Bloody hell, it’s hard work. But strangely satisfying – when you’ve finished. Up to now, we’ve sent the ironing out – bag it up, it gets collected, ironed and dropped off. All we have to do is hang it up. But in these straitened times, this is probably an expense we can avoid, so I volunteered. Mrs W, bless her, suggested we keep on sending it out – but no, I can do this. And I can. And did.

I did learn one thing today though – ‘Easy Iron’ Shirts…. don’t believe it. It’s a lie.

Obviously, I had the music playing in the background while I was dashing away with the smoothing iron. For some reason, iTunes decided to play a compilation of easy listening music from the ’50s and ’60s. So I’m ironing away to Perry Como, Matt Munro, Shirley Bassey and Tom Jones. It was like being whisked back in time, listening to ‘Two Way Family Favourites’ (ask your mum) on a Sunday.

Right now though, we are listening to EMF. Remember them? One hit wonders from the early nineties – ‘Unbelievable’ was the hit single (which is on this album). No idea why I bought the album in the first place – probably on the strength of the single and some good reviews in the music press. It’s actually not bad, but very much ‘of its time’. I went off EMF very quickly, actually, following an article in the old music magazine ‘Select’, which seemed to have quite a soft spot for the band. The journalist was accompanying the band on tour and took great delight in describing the merry japes that the band got up to…including, in particular, the antics of the keyboard player, whose ‘party piece’ was to insert various fruits into, er, ‘unusual’ parts of his anatomy. You wouldn’t want to go near the fruit salad on this tour, I promise you. Put me right off the band and, for that matter, the magazine.

Today, Brian says “What are you really thinking about just now? Incorporate”

Ok Brian – I will. I’m actually thinking that Schubert Dip is not that bad of an album. So if you want to investigate further (and took my advice and downloaded Spotify) you can listen to the album here.

Categories: EMF, ironing