Weren't the nineties great ?

Blimey, Thursday's a long time ago, isn't it ? However...

( Luke Haines @ ICA )

Orthodox dreams and symbolic myths

On Saturday morning, I became aware that there was a Very Strange Noise going on outside. I went over to the stereo and politely asked the 4ft Fingers to quieten down a little so I could listen.

Yup, out in the street, something big was revving its engine. I trotted down the stairs, noticed our front door was open, and saw Andy sittng in the drivers seat of my car. Surely that god-awful racket wasn't my engine ? I know William's a little old and running a bit rough, but he's not that bad... is he ?

Making it out onto the pavement in something of a slight panic, the answer turned out to be 'no'. The revving was caused by a minor horde of motorbikes clustered a few doors up the road, all running their engines. Shortly afterwards they moved off, following a couple of cars decked out with white ribbons - they were part of a wedding cavalcade. It's not often you see the mother of the bride, in pastel suit, departing on the back of a Harley. Good for her, I say.

I would have been jealous, but come Sunday I got my own ( motorbike fun )