Haven’t done one of these for a while – a little indie play list for you – on the this the last day of March – remember to say white rabbit tomorrow – da’cord!

But I refrained because that would have been breaking a cardinal rule. So I shut my mouth, washed my hands (you can’t hold that against me at performance appraisal time), and used the cost cutting single ply tracing paper to dry my hands then grumply left, shaking my head.

Here they are succintly articulated.

And with a few working examples. Now if there are four open urinals and I take number one, I think number three or four would be a better choice – Henk there are rules – number two is the wrong answer, try again.

Footnote:

Rules above from: The Man’s Book (the Indispensable guide for the modern man) by Thomas Fink.

I am, I’d like to thunk a man of substance and after reading the Abominable Man, I believe that, that observation is in fact correct.

Truthiness

Meaning:

plausibility based on feeling, not factFor when it feels right and there just isn’t factual data around.

I can’t get a couple of songs out of my head, it probably didn’t help matters that I kept them on repeat as I trundled and lazily plodded for 30 minutues on the treadmill last night.

When I’m in the gym, I try to slow everything down, clear my head and when I find music that’s striking the right chord, I just go back and relisten to it. The Boo Radleys, who can even remember those Merseysiders, had a HIT, with Wake up (it’s a beautiful morning) but Reachin’ out from here is the only song that I’ve got on my ipod and it bleeds into Belle and Sebastian’s, Like Dylan in the movies, that’s a terrific song.

I so seldom read letters to the Editor, it seems so old fashioned and not the art of letter writing but just the delay in the observation, praise and complaint particularly in our ‘beam me up, beam me down’ world of online commentary that we perpetually twitter through the ether.

I tend to banally follow those threads much more closely, anyway, this quarter’s publication of the Economist’s, Intelligent Life, Spring 2009 had the following letter which I enjoyed – content and turn of phrase.

Footnotes:

This Robin does tweet but very seldomly.

And it has nothing to do with his sore throat which is another story all together.

Jimmy McGovern: rather be confused for ten minutes than bored for five seconds…

(classic quote and especially those people who read that funny letter on IMD (intelligent dance music) in the same issue).