the mysterious men on Aldi's tills

Tweet "I'll aim for one post per night" I said last week, clearly lying through my teeth. My God, I'm some man for the empty promises. I have a genuine excuse however. A bug has taken up residency in my body since last Tuesday. It's one of those achy, sniffly, low-grade bugs that simmer away just below the level of an actual cold or flu, at a point where it isn't debilitating enough to keep you from work, yet where it remains capable of eroding the vim you'd need to do something extra curricular.

microbe mania

Blog maintenance is just part of the sorry story of neglected tasks and shitty shortcuts that has made up the past week. I've also taken to eating cold spaghetti hoops from the tin, giving the crumpled clothes from my 'clothes mound' (who needs laundry baskets?) perfunctory sniffs before putting them on regardless, and, for three consecutive days, crawling into bed at 7pm to watch a weird series of youtube videos of a man who may or may not have autism talk the viewer through every single NES game ever made (it's called chrontendo and it is more addictive than crack). 

I did manage to get one cool thing done over the weekend, though. I bought a flashy new microphone for the podcast. It's one of those professional looking desk microphones and, I've got to say, I can't look at it without wanting to break into a Johnny Cash song or a mock BBC world service report about the war effort in Europe. It's getting its first spin tomorrow in a podcast where John from the Irish electronic duo Solar Bears will be talking about, erm, cool stuff that he likes (you know the drill). 

Before I go, I'll share a thought for the day courtesy of my mother. Where do the funny men who work the tills in Aldi come from?

"They can't be from around here, their accents are half Northern. And isn't it odd to see men at that age working on shopping tills? I'd expect them to be on security".

You'd swear these men were Willy Wonka's Oompa Loompas the way she talks about them; creatures shipped in to work. An army of mysterious, possibly cloned, middle aged males with worryingly vague accents, shipped in trucks under the cover of darkness to work Aldi's tills. Those men genuinely perturb her and, I'll be honest, they perturb me a bit too. 

MP3: Faine Jade-Dr Paul Overture

This is just a cool acid oddity from a little known 1960s songwriter.