Scratching the Surface

I had a car park mini-break hour between pickups and was settled in with a second breakfast and the Sunday paper.

The article was about feline-based attractions - there are hotels for cats! I feel slightly shamed by this shallow reading and my non-independent-cafe takeaway but I couldn’t summon up anything else to Blip.

Lee scratch Perry died today. D and I went to see him in London about 30 years ago. He shuffled on three hours late and gave a chaotic, rambling performance interspersed with moments of absolute brilliance.