Indoor-Fan Weather

This is what you get when he leaves it late to write something.

This is also what you get when it’s extremely hot, especially in comparison to how the month began. In the space of 20-something days, the Baltic rainstorms have been replaced by indoor-fan weather. “Don’t want to go outside” has been replaced with “can’t go outside, lest I redden and sizzle.”

Now that the warmth I’ve craved for the last six months is finally here, it’d be a bit British of me to suddenly start moaning about it. Quite frankly I’m too hot and tired to be bothered with doing that, so instead I might just fill the bath with tepid water up to just above ankle-height and stand there for a few hours.

Or I’ll fall asleep in front of the relentlessly whirring desk fan. Seriously, it hasn’t been switched off for three days straight that I’m genuinely starting to feel bad for those blades working overtime.

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Part of the reason I put these things down to fortnightly rather than weekly was that there were always some weeks where none of the new music of the time was grabbing me and I had to resort to sharing something a bit older I never got round to before, or something a bit rubbish. Thankfully, I don’t have to worry much about the latter anymore and, as a result, this one falls under the former description.

This feels like it wouldn’t sound out of place in a Tarantino film, evoking within me the image of Uma in yellow biker leathers walking in slo-mo to attack some mafia henchmen with a samurai sword. What we actually get is a lady in tennis whites attacking slices of bread with a racket. I suppose he could make a film out of that, as long as there were a few hundred “fuck”s thrown into the script too.

Mattiel – Count Your Blessings