Impromptu

Bit weathery today, so much so that it prompted some rapid changes to the weekend plans. With Tracey's train journey to Nottingham cancelled we made a last minute decision that I would drive her down instead. So with Arlo bundled up cosy in the back we took the long, dark and boring journey down the M1. So it's a weekend in Nottingham for me whilst Tracey makes her onwards journey to London.

In amongst all of the terrible tunes on the radio there was a shining gem (and surprisingly it wasn't in amongst the half hour of organ specials), the song that first alerted me to Tricky's solo talents. Black Steel.