M25

I haven't always lived inside this massive carpark - they waited until I was born, then built a ring of tarmac and concrete around London to try and trap me. They failed. Part of the aim of moving house is to escape this automotive throttle. Meanwhile, I am moving in a different way, listening to pod of funk number twenty five, now online for ladies, gentlemen, and people with a penchant for anglo-saxon pleasures.

2 Comments:
The Bombay Dub Orchestra
knocked me smooth out.
Man, that was nice.
Ditto (approx).
"Vibraphone" -lol
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