So As Soon As I Get Up In The Morning I Have To Put The Blanket On The Bed Because Both Cats, The Shedding,

So as soon as I get up in the morning I have to put the blanket on the bed because both cats, the shedding, oh god the shedding, and usually I have a reasonable amount of time to do this, but that morning I swear I got up, I went to the bathroom, and by the time I got back...

And I knew I wouldn't be able to shift him, because a) that's a good 10lb of cat right there, and b) when you attempt to move him he gets...pointy, but I had to have the blanket down for when the other one turned up so I just, I just...

Moon and blue in art.

‘Surf At Salvo’ by Peter Alan Nisbet (1948)

Little Earthquakes is a masterpiece, but I can't remember when was the last time I've heard Me and a Gun, it's too much to handle

See, I am The Old. My copy of Little Earthquakes is on cassette, and a pirate cassette at that (I got it from a guy who literally has TORI and AMOS tattooed across his knuckles). And the thing with cassettes is - for those too young to remember - it's *really hard* to skip tracks. You've only got the FF & RW buttons and no way of telling where the track ends* so you're constantly running it backwards 'n' forwards 'n' backwards 'n' forwards and is that the dying chords of the last song or the opening chord of the next song and what even IS the next song it's a pirate cassette so if the track listing is written at all it's in some guy's handwriting you can't read and anyway the tape's been sitting in the sun for 20 years and it's faded off.

Anyway, my life to this day is 50/50 cassette tapes and radio, so the concept of skipping a song is still a little alien.

*Unless you're my father, in which case next to each track he would scrawl the stereo's counter number for each track. Spot the engineer...

Stargazing. Daniel Ablitt

This. This is it. This is all I want. And I hope it is public as I wish to go and sit in front of it for a whole day or a whole week and just stare.

Wonder where it is?

*checks*

Ah crap. I hope it is...safe?

The Black Sea at night, Ivan Aivazovsky, oil on canvas, 1879.