Broken wires

A dirty dub disco mix to help you groove around the garden shed on a Sunday afternoon. You may be mending the lawnmower or planting some seed trays. Or just getting away from your husband. Sheds aren’t just for men you know… Apologies for the occasional crackle. An unknown broken wire somewhere in the loop….… Continue reading Broken wires

Blunt needles

This is a moochy, groovy, bouncy kind of thing. Nice for doing a spot of light housework to or maybe even taking a casual saunter across a windswept park. You might meet a stranger next to the water fountain, fall in love, have seven children and call one of them Egbert. Or not – the… Continue reading Blunt needles

Touch the sky

This tune has undergone vast changes recently. It transformed from a strange pixie waltz to a deranged calypso and finally settled as it is. Currently a moochy, groovy thing. Formulated in Cubase again – with hints of Toni Braxton but not enough to upset anybody… WARNING: Do NOT play on laptop speakers as the lack… Continue reading Touch the sky

It started with a kiss…

…actually it started with a certain Tango (grrr) leaving a comment at Papersurfer nearly one year ago. She thanked me for making her smile which made me smile. I drifted through her blog and flickr pages and smiled some more. A cheeky email later and we started to chat on messenger. A lot. It was… Continue reading It started with a kiss…

Hidden meaning…

…I was doodling again and realised that this drawing may confuse some people who cannot fathom the hidden meaning behind this rather momentous piece of art. I could regurgitate a montribal spew using words like juxtaposition, unrealised potential and dichotomous tension. But in the end it’s just a naked man in a spotlight with a… Continue reading Hidden meaning…

A glimpse of the real Portugal…

…is still visible if you know where to look for it. Progress has been marching through western Iberia like a premenstrual Croatian federation wrestler on her way through the chocolate aisle at Asda (Sidcup branch). Tarmac and concrete seem to be enveloping the countryside – new roads bringing prefabricated apartment blocks, supermarkets and petrol stations… Continue reading A glimpse of the real Portugal…