Beth Sullivan (very) quietly released her third album of songs, The Rest of It, on December 21st. It’s a lo-fi gem.
Here’s a little gift for you for that odd time between Christmas and the New Year…
Musings on the byways of popular culture
Beth Sullivan (very) quietly released her third album of songs, The Rest of It, on December 21st. It’s a lo-fi gem.
Here’s a little gift for you for that odd time between Christmas and the New Year…
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Love the faintest of giggles right at the close!
In Sweden we have a name for those days (not quite a week) between Boxing Day and New Years Eve, Mellandagarna – the literal translation would be “the In-between-days”. When they’re not eating leftovers, watching TV specials, visiting relatives or playing board games, most people shop like mad at “The In-Between-Days Sale”. Personally, I’d rather eat surströmming than going to the shops during this time…
I like this week.
Loads of local sport (football today, football tomorrow), cinema aplenty (two films on Monday), theatre (Sunday and Tuesday), and the local restaurants and pubs are offering significant incentives to make you visit them.
It’s also a great time to catch up with museums and galleries.
But when is bins?
This is the burning question of Mellandagarna.
Our bins are the day after the usual day well actually just household rubbish, recycle returns to its usual day the week after.
If you live in Birmingham, you’ve been asking this question all year :-/
The recycling was collected this morning. It was a breathtaking sight.
Hmm, they took our recycling but didn’t return the blue bag for paper and cardboard. And left behind the brown bin for garden waste, which was full of the detritus from our itinerant tradesmen/cowboys. Grrr, as I need to have bought a 2026 sticker for the next brown bin empty.
I like these shortest days of the year – they are as special and magical and distinctive as those from solstice to Glastonbury at the end of June, when the daylight never seems to end.
Gallons of nighttime with just a soupcon of sunlight to gather supplies, get exercise, then burrow back down beside the hearth. We become different creatures at these times.
A game to play in this interim time:
Give us 3 songs/tunes recorded in the 1950s. Post all three at the same time and no different versions please. If someone’s already posted it, choose something else.
Here are mine.
It’s called ‘The Perineum’ in our house
and the bit between the front do9r and back door at Nandos is called the periperineum
I’ve just seen it called the Merrineum today.