50. 3rd March 2025. Stop whinging.

 That's a message to self. Mally's birthday unattended on Saturday, a request for a TAW show turned down this morning. Haven't walked more than 30 yards in a week, been nowhere, hardly left the house. And now the worst stomach I've had in ages. Brilliant.

So the message to self is, stop whinging, concentrate on the good stuff. 

Genuinely good weekend, though J's going through the worst of the virus at the moment. Watched a lot of TV, read a fair bit, learned a couple of country licks and - in the middle of watching a note overly great Motown doc (with stunning bits) - The Temptations' My Girl riff. As with most works of genius, it's easier and more obvious than you'd expect. The wonder is thinking of it and making it work. Why be tricksy when you can catch people? That's why Zappa is a minority interest, and Northern Soul makes your hear leap - one wants to be clever, the other just wants to 'be'.

So, today, back to DD act two. With a bit of luck I'll find out when it's going to be on. 


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