Month: October 2017

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I Melt With You – Modern English


Track of the week 1/10/17
It was supposed to be the Cocteau Twins today. I don’t know why, but a couple of days ago I listened to a couple of their classic tracks from the Treasure album, and it was a nailed on cert that they were going to be track of the week this week, the only question being as to whether it would be Lorelei or Domino that made the final cut (or perhaps both.)

But then, as I was settling down to write my blog posts, with, as ever, YouTube playing in the background, the above came on.

I don’t exactly recall it from the first time round, but it wasn’t totally unfamiliar when I first heard it on YouTube a month or so ago.  It only pops up periodically, but it did tonight – perfect timing to make it this weeks TOTW.

The Twins are undoubtedly better, but whilst they may drift in and out of my consciousness, they will always be there.  They’ll be TOTW another time, but who knows when I would have heard I melt with you again? And that’s one of the points of track of the week, to note down tracks as and when I hear them/like them so I don’t forget them.

Anyway, enjoy. From reading the comments, it seems it may have appeared in “Stranger Things” – that excellent Netflix show I watched in the summer, so it has a pedigree.

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Meet Dave

Pic(s) of the week 1/10/17

I like to think that I am a man of many talents. I can turn my hand to most things and I balk at little. But, I must admit, dealing for animals is not one of my strong points. I still recall the time I went out to shoo a squirrel off our bird feeder. I strode purposefully out into the garden, all big, brave and bad, ready to scare the squirrel and watch it flee into the canopy.

But the damned rodent had different ideas.  As I got close, he merely ceased his feast, tilted his head and looked up at met. Stared at me. Menacingly. I fled back into the safety of the house. Two days later I took the bird feeder down.

And so it was with some surprise that, on entering the staff changing room at Kingweston, I spotted Dave (pictured above) dangling from the ceiling.

Yes – finding a bat in there was a surprise, but the bigger surprise was that I didn’t flee in fear of my life.

In fact, I took rather a shine to the little fella, with his cute little feet firmly attached to a beam in the ceiling.  I watched him with interest for a while, and took a couple photos (that’s another of my non-talents: photography – I can’t take a good picture)  I wasn’t even bothered when he began flying around.

No-one knew what to do. So I grabbed a bib, wrapped him up in it, took him outside and released him.

But why Dave?

David Batty, of course. An appropriate name for a bat found at the football fields of KW.