A last minute rally against listlessness then, today - at least on the part of me and the smallest daughter as we pootled up to Notting Hill Gate to rummage about in Portobello Road boxes of trinkets (she) and records (me); we neither of us uncovered any lost gems, but there was fun in the looking and isn't there always? Also we spent the whole way up and back doing our silly voices and Pixar movie quotes to each other and having cuddles, so that was nice.
I'm not sure what else we were looking for, to be honest, but we each felt sure we'd have known it had we seen it.
I suppose I was in the mood for something like this, lost and cheap on a 45, but that doesn't really happen except in dreams does it? And especially not in Notting Hill Gate.
Massive acknowledgements to Mr Rob Ryan via Dusty Sevens who first unearthed it - this isn't his rip, but it's him I owe entirely for hearing it and my only contribution here is finding a versh uploaded a bit louder. And it's for you if you missed it.
I'm kicking Friday off with a Fursty Ferret and it's slipping down quite nicely, ta.
Windy City - 'We Party Heavy Up In Heah' (1975)