A soggy commute this morning made noisome by someone’s merry christmas decision to cull three carriages from the 7.25 to Flinders Street. The windows steamed.
But then old friend ipod took charge.
We had Emma Kirkby:
Then Gillian Welch (awful non-video):
And then … sorry a bit about this … something of an old Simple Minds favorite:
Which was almost enough to take the taste of Andrew Bolt out of my mouth.
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What were you doing putting Andrew Bolt in your mouth?
You never know where he’s been!
Possum: Naughty, naughty! I mean who would want to?