Spot the crow.

Exactly. Any food on the ground is immediately a draw for rats and mice.

Having blood draws is a bit hit and miss isn't it. I could share a picture of the bruises coming through on my hand two weeks after a wrist fracture but it would put people off their Sunday lunch!

A lot of vertical hair going on there.

If only I'd seen Métal Urbain live, sigh. I just picked a random band that would provide some "contrast/shade/light" with the other acts I'd pretended to see.

I could never get the hang of Nick Cave. Then again, my taste in everything is reliably MOR.

His last recorded performance was the theme song for Dad's Army. He had nothing left to give.

My parents' massive and very old hand-me-down wireless had various international cities on the dial but you couldn't even find local radio stations on it.

Nothing better than sitting in a garden shed listening to The Budget on a crackly transistor radio on a cold winter afternoon. This is lost to future generations unless we act now.

All of this has been lost to us now. The coins will have to be melted down. Everyone's Christmas has been ruined.

Apparently a project that includes a couple of blokes from Magma. I love disco music but this is very weak tea.