The End Of A Summer

It is a beautiful day, here is Stoke Newington. I woke to the sound of my front door slamming, which is as dreadful a sound as I know.

But it is a beautiful day in Stoke Newington.

And anyway, I have much to do on it.

Stay tuned, there's a podcast later on.

And, clever people will notice, to the left there, you can see what I'm playing on the radio. Pretty, pretty dope.

I hope you are well. Go enjoy these last days of Summer.

Oh, by the way - anyone know the proper meaning of "tchuss"?