More Tom Waits. I do apologise. I love this video/song because someone showed it to me a while ago (I think it might have been Lum) and I thought it was pretty weird, but then I came understand Tom Waits a little bit more, and it all started to make sense. It's claustrophobia and paranoia rolled up into one creepy video.
We got a little letter this morning from our landlord, telling us that he plans to start showing people around the flat next week. Nice of him to:
A) Let us know that he was coming to deliver the letter.
B) Let us know that time was running out on us making a decision about whether we were going to stay next year or not (guess not)
C) Let us know that he's going to show people around at such short notice.
We pretty much crapped our pants when he turned up to deliver it, and Jam escaped from our bedroom after we stuffed her in there, so we ended up just not answering the door and he eventually went away. So I spent today tidying and listening to music through my (pretty) sweet new headphones, which came this morning.
Speaking of music, and things that are pretty sweet, check this shit:
The Only Fun In Town is a great indie night here in Dundee, presided over by our good friend David "Tiny Tim" Mcleish (sp?). It used to run at the Reading Rooms, under the name of "Felt", but that is now past, lost in the sinking of Númenor at the end of the First Age.
Anyway, if you're in the Dundee area, or just close, check it out. It's on at the Union, which usually sucks, but not on this occasion.
I must go, I smell apple and blueberry crumble. Ciao!
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