This week has involved major protest from my body, as early office hours resume after the festive break and the various toxins of holiday indulgences/ailments dissipate grudgingly. We finally have enough money to do some way overdue refurbishing, so we're sharing our space with some lovely builder types and the Council wallpaper is pealing away like old skin. Everything is covered in dust and I'm spending a lot of time brushing smears of it off my clothes. I have high plans for this year. Gonna manifest good, solid things out of the flux.
Also, my first two reviews of MMXI, Anna Calvi's debut LP for Wears The Trousers, and Ciara's Basic Instinct for The Guardian.