I’ve been confined to barracks all week with the lurgy. I watched Everton’s bore draw with Liverpool, satisfied we kept them to nil with such ponderous defenders whose only effort to connect with attacking players was via a long, hopeful hoof. Still, if Calvert-Lewin or Tosun had displayed some composure in front of goal, we could have snatched it in the last ten minutes.
Then, I decided I was going stir crazy, so I got off my backside and went into town, a six mile, twenty minute round trip soundtracked by the very wonderful Vin Gordon & The Real Rock Band. I know a spot where I can park for an hour for free. I reckon I spent 60p on petrol.
HMV was great. Lots of stuff to look at. The prices were competitive, too. I bought Jonny Greenwood’s Phantom Thread and Daniel Avery’s Song For Alpha at the same price I would have paid on Amazon, excluding postage & package. No Amen Dunes and I decided not yet for Young Fathers and Jeff Rosenstock, making me save some money for a later day and, arguably, save my ears.
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