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Watching Return of the Jedi is distressing for anyone with an interest in politics.

Because surely, even in a pluralist democracy, we have to ask why a Tattoine crimelord has been allowed to rise to Deputy Prime Minister.

And I also wonder how Carrie Fisher's career survived That Dress, and being pressed into a mass of discoloured blubber. Mind you, she'd already experienced the latter in a sewer in The Blues Brothers.

And with that, it's time to return you to the scheduling moaning about work ;-)

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Well, not just yet...

Listening to an album of songs by Art garfunkel and a couple of his mates at the moment, which is perfect for a Sunday evening. Yes, it's nothing compared to Simon & Garfunkel, but it's still quite astoundingly beautiful in places.

Everything waits to be noticed, you say? Well, some things get sick of waiting...

Earlier, was listening to the Aisalers Set, an American indie band who have released three albums, of which I can take or leave the first and last, but love the middle one. It's a mix of sixties harmony pop, punkiness, and sheer zip - album called The Last Match.
Listening to it feels rather strange, actually, because it takes me back to the indie gigs I went to when I was living in London. I never saw the Aislers Set (got to across the road from one of their gigs, but couldn't be bothered), but did see Ballboy a couple of times, Trembling Blue Stars (I think) three times, and Baxendale God knows how many times. The indie audience is, as you might imagine, fascinating, and through it I had the great pleasure of meeting such luminaries as the Chadwell Heath Ladies Drum 'n' Bass League (no, really), and Rat-Tail Jim. The two people I mainly went to such gigs with both seem to have drifted away, though both show definite evidence of still existing, one from north London and the other from the Nottinghamshire coalfields. I still buy the CD's when I get chance (most recently a rather lacklustre third album from Lovejoy), but I miss the engaging eccentricity of the gigs, and the natural charm of the company.
Of course, we are still waiting for the almost infinitely delayed second Baxendale album...

And with that, to bed...