My gift to you: misery!
I’m away all day tomorrow in Paris, getting my hair did and having a play date with Amy Alkon, so I’ll leave you with this video…which I wouldn’t watch, actually; the sound is all you need, and the visuals kind of ruin things. (Two years ago, when I used to spend all day working at tBBC HQ, I used to listen to the same exact line-up of mp3s on the way from Hampstead to Chelsea in the morning and back home again in the evening. I don’t know how, but somehow this version of Jeff Buckley’s Last Goodbye was almost always in my ears as I walked past the house where John Monckton had just been murdered by a burglar in front of his wife and child. A depressing memory for a fairly depressing cover of a really depressing song by a very depressing artist who died far too young. (Merchant can be quite grating, but I think she brings something good to this song.)
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Your facade of hard-nosed libertarianism doesn’t fool me, Danicki. Deep down you’re a hippy.
Damn you, Damian - you know I hate being called a libertarian! I actually have less problems with hippies now that I’m no longer being parented by any; at least they usually know something useful (like good yoga teachers), unlike more serious socialists…