Wednesday, 26 November 2008

Truck radio

Full blast, full thump, over the whine and drone of the carpenters, "Every little thing she does is magic" sings out of their truck radio. Inside the cave-like seafront arches, they are whistling along, sounding very relaxed about the tempo in the delay of that acoustic.

Just here, sheltered from the snarling wind, the sun is beating down and I want to dance even though I have my overcoat on. In that blaze, white sawdust races around my shoes in a floor spin like pristine sand, just as the lyrics reach that eeoh refrain.