I was supposed to help a friend move flats today but I was informed that I was surplus to requirements, which nonplussed me somewhat, but it’s probably for the best that I stayed home because it allowed me to clean more bits of the flat and take calls from new prospects. We’ve got someone coming over tomorrow who has a friend looking for a second room in a few weeks, so I hope she likes what she sees.
I tried cleaning the front of the flat to make a more presentable first impression when people come up the path, but I discovered that if I scrub hard enough to remove lichen, it also takes off most of the paint. And chunks of the actual wall.
I’m listening again to Fripp & Eno’s 1973 album No Pussyfooting, which is basically two long tracks of Robert Fripp playing guitar while Brian Eno messes around with the recordings. This new edition has extra tracks recreating a John Peel session where the entire album was accidentally played in reverse over the air without anyone noticing, the audio equivalent of hanging a piece of modern art upside-down. Apparently when Eno, polite as ever, called in to point out that the music sounded as though it was being played backwards, the BBC wearily responded with “that’s what they all say”.
