Before I turn to gold…

The printer is churning out sound, a fluctuating drone you can’t ignore, and not a little heat as a call from downstairs says “see ya Omar” and it’s Bizzy’s friend leaving a visit to my spiritual if not currently actual home, Rainbeat House, and shortly afterwards Bizzy calls up asking how its going with the zine and if I want anything, and I answer round the corner and down the stairs that the Cyan had run out so only one more copy was printed the whole time we were sat in the back garden, and I am now supervising the printer, having changed the yellow earlier and wondering if the magenta or black are going to go. The zines are printing ok thank heavens and I’d invariably love a cup of tea, it’s fair to say, at almost any point of the afternoon or evening.

Ms Bizness brings the tea up and rather nervously I float the idea of going out to the new electronic music night the fellas from Rosebud are putting on in Herefordshire cultural hub Babar. We discuss getting childcare and gently hitting the town, likely it will be a couple of ginger beers and listen to some experimental bleepy sounds and drones on the menu, but that sounds like a great evening to me and grateful for the company. Mum hasn’t replied though at this stage so I ring her and she sounds happy to look after the wee one, who will likely be up late having tired herself out in the paddling pool and been asleep on the sofa for an hour, a detail Bizzy asked if I had mentioned to mum, and I had not.

Just checking on the printing now and it’s still going. Will have to pause it soon as heading out any minute. Just a note about the title — it’s from a Leonard Cohen song surprise surprise…