Workhorse

The bike not me. This machine must be close to a decade old now and it's still happily taking me from A to B held together mostly by grime and crossed fingers. I used to take it out for longer spins, but now it's the commuter, the nursery dropper offer, the quick jaunt to the shopser and the library book returner. Long may it serve it's purpose. It's not quick though, or is that just me?

Just got round to buying the Paws album despite seeing all the rave reviews last year it never found it's way into my shopping bag. It's great, verse chorus verse, poppy, lo-fi indie rock.