bitful

I have mentioned a while back that my taste in music has recently shifted towards a harder sound and darker beats.

After three or four months where I trampled all over my candyfloss pop past and listened day and night to screeching and wailing exclusively, things are a bit more moderate now. Just as well, as I was risking to become single in the process.

The final test was sitting through the Eurovision Song Contest, at a party, with friends, having a fantastic time (guests were greeted with a drinks trolley in theme with the UK entry!) but secretly counting the minutes to the end of the show. Then the end came and someone put on a Best Of Eurovision DVD. Yay.

And still the penny had not dropped that those bands, The Bands that now punctuate my waking hours (and puncture Dr B.'s eardrums), those very same bands were going to be performing, all of them, one after the other, sometimes at the same time, just a quick swim through the mud away. Only when I put on Glastonbury on the telly over the weekend did it dawn on me that yes, I'd have absolutely loved to be there. Mud and all.

Of course, I'd first have to find out where Dame Shirley Bassey got her diamante-initialled wellies. And her helicopter.

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