Notes from a blustery week
2. Last week, I was having a coffee at Jégbüfé, an old-style stand-up place where you identify what you want from behind the glass cases, pay the lady cashiers in their polyester blouses who give you a sheaf of receipts, and then hand these over the counter to get your pastries. I go there a lot because they have lovely milky coffee. So anyway, I was watching many of the passersby stopping to scrutinise the framed picture propped up in the window. Many establishments - banks, restaurants, sex shops - have these in their windows, of the graduating class of a secondary school nearby (all the kids and teachers framed in oval portraiture). It's funny how Hungarians are so fascinated by these. Maybe they're imagining their own pictures in the past or in the future?
3. I've been listening to some new albums (latch tracks):
The Outsider (3 Freaks, Backstage Girl, Erase You)
Idlewild (Morris Brown, The Train, Buggface)
Game Theory (In The Music, Long Time, this list is growing...)
4. And old ones:
Fumbling Towards Ecstasy (Elsewhere, Hold On, Fear)
Hail to the Thief (Scatterbrain, Backdrifts)
O (Delicate, Cold Water)
4. It's suddenly turned into autumn. My skirts are not ready to go back into the closet.