Riding the Waves to Eternity: Hangin’ with the Cosmic Surfer

I was asleep by ten-thirty last night, and out like a light until three-thirty. An hour tossing and turning in the sound of the heavy rain outside and on the roof and cupola, then out until six thirty. In other circumstances I might have slept later, but I reckoned seven hours or so was OK and, anyway, I had to get up to go to the kitchen and check the multiple mousetraps I set last night. One had been triggered and had to be dealt with.

The day could only really go up after that. I’d planned to read for a while after breakfast but I was tired and in a recliner, so the inevitable happened and I dozed for a while. Still, it’s (checks) Sunday, so a lazy day is fine.

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Confusion still reigns over the pond regarding 45’s health. There is what the doctors say publicly, knowing their patient is probably watching them on TV, and there is what people are reading into the treatment being given. And people who have been at events at which he and his team were also present are falling ill.

Meantime, Public Health England have just said a big Oops! because “an IT error” meant sixteen thousand cases not being reported, including not being passed on in good time to track and trace teams. It isn’t clear if PHE made the error or if someone else cocked up and they’ve just been handed the shit sandwich of announcing it.

Charlie Foxtrot, SNAFU and FUBAR don’t begin to cover it.

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Music: I didn’t give much thought about what to put here tonight, so I went to the LP shelves, closed my eyes, and picked one at random.

I first heard John Golding on an Atlantic Records sampler EP I bought from a bargain bin in Boots in East Kilbride in 1974/75 (which I still have). A track from this album (Photographs) was on it. A friend at school had a copy of the album, or perhaps his dad did, I can’t remember, and I got a tape of it. Later, I bought the album for myself and, later still, got a copy on cd when John Golding put one out on his own label.

This is a sentimental song, but I like it as, indeed, I like all of the album, which was produced by Whispering Bob Harris. For pub quiz points, who did the orchestral arrangement?