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When I said I was going away this weekend, I got accused of having a social life. Well, kind of - it depends if you count clog dancing conventions in Lancashire as "social life".
( A mouse lived in a windmill in old Amsterdam )
After that, it was the long slog back down to Oxford. As reported a week or two ago, my car stereo is a little dicey at present and is declining to play tapes, so I'm listening to the radio. I'd observed on the way up that Virgin (which seems to have a much less interesting music policy now than I remember from ten years ago) just wouldn't stay on station in the north. On the latter stages of my journey north I'd switched to local radio, and stuck with it as I set of south again.
( Oooh, radio. I love my radio )
( A mouse lived in a windmill in old Amsterdam )
After that, it was the long slog back down to Oxford. As reported a week or two ago, my car stereo is a little dicey at present and is declining to play tapes, so I'm listening to the radio. I'd observed on the way up that Virgin (which seems to have a much less interesting music policy now than I remember from ten years ago) just wouldn't stay on station in the north. On the latter stages of my journey north I'd switched to local radio, and stuck with it as I set of south again.
( Oooh, radio. I love my radio )
