Incidentally, anyone anywhere near Milton Keynes should go there right now. Those crazy French people who made the Elephant and the Spider and the enormous Princess puppet looked at everyone sighing and saying, "oh, I wish I could be an operator of such a puppet," and thought, right, we shall make a carousel of giant insects which people may ride on and operate with levers. And then some skeletal Bison, also with many levers. And giant fish on scissor lifts, because hey, why not? It was like sitting inside a Dave McKean picture. It was extremely fictional. There is also a mosque/bouncycastle in the station car-park (I disappointed the artist by having a camera less interesting than it initially looked) and a surpisingly joyful fusion of environmental doom and post-Ballardian auto-fetishism in an empty Sainsburys. And probably some other stuff, but we went to IKEA instead. IKEA was disappointing. They have got rid of all the colourful shiny lacquer quirky smaller sizes and replaced them with HUGE JOYLESS MASCULINE SLAB FURNITURE the colour of muesli and tears. Bah. There were also some eye-wateringly awful textiles. On the bright side, though, I finally found a continental pillow* at a sensible price, so not an entirely wasted visit.
Right, nearly there for the tenovertwelvers, just waiting on the last comp from pomma_penses -- and for me to remember to have the right card reader in the right place at the right time... but here are some more covers:
No songs have appeared twice yet, though there have been two which were on my long list.
*Harlequin kitten and my head can now simultaneously occupy the pillow. Celebrations!