It;s Monday morning and I don't feel like being in Newcastle. It's dark outside and I'm sailing through the astral plane towards my half hour online with an actuary in Dussledorf. My magic carpet is tanked up and I'm heading down disco way.
We're in the place where we don't have to worry about Manana. Sonewhere in the sun. A Santana record is never far from the turntable and the pool looks inviting, Antibalas, Hourglass
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