rain, rain, go away...

Caroline went to see a comedian recently who talked about how everyone always says that this or that "is the worst/best thing since records began." What an exciting time it must have been when records really did begin because then everything would be the biggest/smallest/best/worst/wettest/driest/warmest/coldest since records began. Talking 'bout the weather, mostly. Anyway, this summer is officially the wettest summer since records began and that is only comforting in the sense that one can imagine it doesn't get much worse than this. It's wet and cold and even the sunny mornings feel like spring mornings and well, it would be just about the worst summer ever except i'm just so darned pleased to have a place of my own with a girl that i love and life is good. So good that i haven't taken a moment to write about it. Just have to imagine that i've been on holiday like most of the people in this country who've stepped away to sunnier places. Still, given the protest at Heathrow and all the goings on about carbon footprints, one can comfortably say that staying put is a lifestyle choice of the green and fashionable. Anyway, all the traveling i've down over the last few years, and the fact that one transatlantic flight - just one - is the equivalent of one twelfth of the average persons annual carbon output, means that i've got some staying put to do. Fine with me. I just hope the sun comes out.

Until it does, we're at home watching the first season of Lost. This show is amazing! I hate to go on about a TV show, given that I hate TV, but there have been those occasions over the past few years where i've envied those with the little picture box in their living rooms and many of them have involved people talking about this show, which i'm finally getting to watch. I'm not going to say much about it because everyone has already seen it. But we're loving it and it's passing the rainy days and evenings.

And another thing...we went out to see the Piney Gir Country Road Show on Friday night. Piney Gir is from Kansas and i remembered downloading some of her music a few years ago. She came to England nine years ago and started playing the working mens clubs around the country with a country band. She started converting all her songs to country music and on friday she was playing at the Spitz in the old Spitalfield Market just down the road. The Spitz is across from The Three Bells, which is where Jack the Ripper used to drink. You wouldn't know it though, as this is wear London's ultra-hip convene at the weekends. It's Shoreditch, darling! I would, i swear, never go out for a country music night in the States. And i hate to admit it, but it felt great to hear a little country music. Reminds me of home...sadly. Still her indie-tinged alt-country had the small crowd swinging with delight. Spoke to her after the show and it turns out she lives in the neighborhood. Told her i'd see in the Shakie...that's what people call the Shakespeare. The shakey in stokey. They've got a nickname for everything here.

Except for me. I'm still waiting for mine.