After Rhonda and I spent a few hours yesterday morning with Audrey opening Santa’s bounty, cooking breakfast, then Skyping with Mum, my sister and her family, I drove the forty minutes or so across the moors to pick up my old mate Chris who had been ill but was now feeling up to spending Christmas with us.
Thinking I could stop at the local Tesco petrol station and use the Pay-at-Pump option to top up my dangerously low fuel supply on the way there, I was somewhat annoyed to discover that the forecourt was coned off and I had no choice but to change to a hastily-formulated Plan B, namely; drive to Chris’s and hope he had enough petrol to get back to our place, drive his car home, take a can of fuel with me when I drove him back to his place and put it in my car, then drive home.
I got to Chris’s house with the fuel gauge on _ _ _ _ and an ominous orange light continuously flashing on the dashboard, quickly established that my plan would work and made our way swiftly homeward.
It was a gorgeous sunny day in Devon and the drive through the countryside of Exmoor National Park was a treat in itself.
We spent a delightfully relaxed day, starting with Buck’s Fizz for elevenses, orange and rosemary roasted ham and scalloped potatoes for dinner and ending with cheese and biscuits and one of my favourite presents from Rhonda and Audrey, a selection of nuts with a homemade dark chocolate and chili coating. All topped off with lashings of cider.
That’s what I call moorish.
We listened to another odd selection today, whilst chatting and
playing with doing serious scientific research with Audrey’s new microscope.
We had the rarely-experienced segue from an obscure Jean Michel Jarre-esque album by O.B.E. called “Tunnel Vision”, into Dave Davies (brother of Kinks mainman Ray) and his solo album, “Bug”, which includes this rocker, Who’s foolin’ who?, followed by We are Scientists “With Love and Squalor” ***Listen to the full album at this link***, amongst others.
Then the time came to drive Chris home and, pausing only to liberally squirt half a pint of unleaded over myself while attempting to fill my nice new petrol can, we undertook the journey (now accompanied by torrential horizontal rain, fog and high winds) back to his moorland farmhouse.
I topped up my car and drove home, doing some impressive soprano-bellowing-along-to Echobelly‘s fantastic “On” album. It’s not yet strictly part of the Randomiser, as it is in the car CD player at the moment, but you can’t ignore a chance to play Great Things.
All of which brings me to when I began writing this post, during which I’ve listened to the shameless glam rock of Kasabian with their brilliant “Empire”, from which I’ve chosen Shoot The Runner…
…a Mojo Magazine compilation called “Heavy Nuggets Volume 2” which includes the sublime Pretty Things with Cries From The Midnight Circus…
…and the fabulously ridiculous Sensational Alex Harvey Band and Long Haired Music.
And as if that wasn’t enough, I’ve been mucking about long enough that we’re now twenty minutes into a deranged musical masterpiece by Boredoms, their Vision Creation New Sun album.
Something for everyone, I’m sure you’ll agree.
Until tomorrow then, enjoy the rest of Boxing Day.