Sunday Confessional

Dear Readers, I'm about to embark on another year of work at the factory. The long shifts, the missed holidays, the indigestion etc. Tomorrow I will heed once more the Morlocks' siren call.

Now then, now then Pop Pickers things I usually avoid are the comments section beneath videos on YouTube, there lurks some of the most vile and ill-educated ever to boot up a computer. I also refrain from indulging in politics apart from the regular haranguing of my local MP in a manner not dissimilar to those aforementioned YouTube intellectuals. Furthermore, I am rarely able to resist the deteriorating but still ample charms of refrigerated Cadbury's Creme Eggs; such a giddy weakness.
And whilst we are partaking in this private parley, nay confession, I must confide that I prefer the soothing sound of classical music when late at night I lay my head down in a stuttering attempt to sleep. I recommend the internet accessible Japanese bite-size radio station Ottava.
Finally, the large mural image above is of very friendly and well-equipped guitar shop I came across, while 'way down Mexico way'.

And so on with the action, I need a fortifying playlist to steel me for tomorrow's commute in to work. To put some fantasy up against the impending dose of reality.

Suspender Love - Scorpions
Comin' Home - Deep Purple
Heart Like A Wheel - Black Sabbath
One Of These Days - Trespass
Death or Glory - Holocaust