So, this hasn't taken me long to get into the swing of new posts. Perhaps helped by work today being a little sluggish. Basically there is a pile of unsorted material to be sorted, then grouped, then catalogued. And my heart isn't in it - yet. So, as a minor distraction I'm writing this and listening to the very fabulous Groove Armada, who have a new album out.
As well as this musical landscape ("Crazy For You"), my mind is on herringbone clouds, which dominated the sky all yesterday and which along with watery spring sunshine give ever such a strange feel. Also Iris Murdoch's "The Black Prince", which I'm about half-way through and is completley brilliant. If ever there was a candidate for a BBC miniseries it is this novel - the joy of early 70s period detail summer London is almost too much to bear, like this for example. Or this. Or even this. Imagine many hour-long episodes of Murdochian erotic obsession with shagpile rugs and flares and long discussions about how Hamlet is the greatest Shakespeare play. I know. I know. And it would all be shot in that old-style colour palette, almost the Abbey Road album feel. And the cast? Who knows? But it would be brilliant. Take note, BBC, I am full of ideas.
Alright, enough time has been killed, ready to face that pile......
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Regarding clouds, my grandfather taught me two phrases he learned in the Navy about looking at the sky to predict weather:
1) Red sky in the morning, sailor's warning. Red sky at night, sailor's delight.
2) Mares tales and fish scales make tall masts with low sails.
Your herring-bone clouds fit into this second category, and it means that there won't be a lot of wind.
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