White City

Ah, discovered another song I shouldn't drive to under any circumstances. This under appreciated eighties gem from that OTHER under appreciated eighties gem, Thomas Dolby.... always two steps to the left, I've been a very big fan of the bloke ever since his bespectacled freak science appeal appeared at the time; everybody else ignored, I tuned in and they thought I was daft. Probably was. No matter.

This narcotics ridden synth' heavyweight... here's my recipe for enjoyment. Find yourself mobile on four wheels in the countryside on a summers evening, heading east towards the sea. Pop "The Flat Earth" CD in the machine, get the opener "Dissidents" out of the way, 'coz I rather like that song, skip forward a couple of tracks to #4 and crank the volume up 'til the speakers protest. Open the windows, drop a gear or so, up the rev's and make the tyres work for their money. Then hit the "back" button and repeat the experience several times. At this point a smiley face would be appropriate, 'coz the grin on my face is six miles wide and what I believe the Americans refer to as "shit eating". And if somebody can explain that metaphor to me one day in a way that makes sense, I'd be grateful. Hey, I had a good time, nobody died and I arrived where I was supposed to be bang on time.