I was in Nottingham today for work, well I went down last night but decided instead of getting the flight back up this evening and having to endure the madness that would have ensued trying to find a road home that wasn’t either closed or full of the faithful on their way back from Bellahouston park, I decided to drive up the road which I calculated would take me less time. For once I made the right decision and made it up the road in four and a half hours.
The hire car, however didn’t have mp3 connectivity and so for the first hour or so I decided to drive in silence. Something I never do. For a while it was quite refreshing only me and my thoughts for company but then I started to get bored and put on Radio 4, however during possibly the worst afternoon play I’ve ever heard it was back to the silence as I just couldn’t bring myself to listen to Radio 1 and I’m not old or wacky enough to listen to Steve Wright.
It’s at times like these I realise how much of an unhealthy reliance I have on popular music in general and my white branded MP3 player in particular.
The Clash – If Music Could Talk