In late this morning (bliss…) and before I head into the office, I’m rediscovering the fabulous DJ Shadow. It’s pouring outside, and I’ve got a huge cup of tea warming my hands. Though clearly not when I type.
Update:
Oh bollocks. DJ Shadow is exceptionally groovy, but his CD sleeve is made of white papery-cloth. Which I just mistook for a napkin and wiped my fingers on after devouring lunch. How irritating.
