I think I saw you in an ice cream parlour

Monday morning feels so bad
Everybody seems to nag me
Comin' Tuesday I'll feel better
Even my old man looks good
Wednesday just won't go
Thursday goes too slow
I've got Friday on my mind

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=idS9P2OeYLU

I awoke on Friday feeling a bit sleep deprived but with a strange urge to get a haircut at Vance and Tasha’s so I showered, dressed and strolled over. They are my barber of choice and luckily situated just across the road from where I live. Today the place was rammed but I was happy to wait, watch and listen to the action. I’ve grown to love the rough and ready parlour with its lines of white van men, labourers and octogenarians, curling snakes of dead hair and whiff of testosterone. There’s usually music playing and the bluest of jokes on offer courtesy of Tasha. Their political incorrectness is a guilty pleasure and pure joy to the ears. Today the music was Cliff Richard, but the early stuff so not too bad. When ‘Living Doll’ came on the room literally lit up with a lightning bolt of recognition, and with Vance leading on the chorus everybody including myself joined in.

Newspapers dropping

Heads pitching
Ears twitching
Mouths opening
Crying, talking
Sleeping, walking
Living doll

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZzgDlVVIl9I

I left feeling suitably trimmed carrying a Sainsbury’s bag full of dead hair to scatter across the garden to deter the fox menace. Tasha told me that the best way was to stuff tights and hang these from posts, so Amanda was immediately texted with a request for an old pair. Her response was ‘Dirty boy, of course love’ - clearly under the impression that I had arranged some new sex game. She knows me so well J

I decided to wait for the tights so after a quick hello to the girls I instead pottered whilst compiling a playlist for Saturday’s radio show. One track that has become a firm favourite and an instant jump about tune is ‘Reagan’s Skeleton’ by Yeasayer and this was duly selected to play out the programme. Here it is for your enjoyment unless you suffer from arachnophobia, in which case, just listen.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RrwUkEMmKZY

Later, feeling stir crazy, I wandered out to scope a new shop selling retro chic called Seagreaves that has sprung up mysteriously on Dorothy Avenue. Bizarrely instead of a nice piece of glass or a lamp I ended up leaving with a chipped but still beautiful old toilet bowl. This has now been stationed in my bathroom as a planter. I researched the maker when I returned home and to my surprise discovered that it had been manufactured in South Africa. I have therefore called it James as he hailed from the area and deserves no less an accolade. When I sit opposite on my modern throne and take a shit I will think of him J

In the evening I sped into town to see Beth Jeans Houghton and the Hooves of Destiny at the Haunt. It was a great show despite the ear splitting volume and Neanderthal sound engineer and fun was had by all. Her debut ‘Yours Truly, Cellophane Nose’ has become a firm favourite of 2012 and here’s her new single and video for your dilection.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImiWoDQIOf4