Day 15 - Family picture

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When Storkboy and I were very young we had corkscrew curls and looked like identical miniature Leo Sayers in matching dungarees - novelty children by any measure (and well used to stares). The curls disappeared by our fourth birthday because, according to our mother anyway, we stopped eating vegetables. The rest of our childhoods and teenage years were spent in an open revolt against the identity-crushing tyranny of matching outfits. 

Now that we're 30 and don't give a fiddler's about such things, our outfits have not only begun to match again, but look like the sort of shit we wore aged four (chinos and patterned jumpers). The circle of regression completes itself.

which is which?

MP3: Orbital-You Lot

I watched Terrence Malick's Tree of Life on DVD earlier today and found it very moving if a bit bobbins in places. Anyhow, when it got to the epic pan-out of stars forming, rotating galaxies, and the crinkly little dinosaur fetus, this cheeky Orbital track bubbled into my head. Instead of the momentous choral music, I imagined its druggy Manc-inflected commentary about DNA cut over the scene and had a little laugh to myself.

"Cheeky Bastids".