Heh. This morning on my way to work I met this bicycling traffic-officer. She looked real neat and sexy in that uniform, no doubt about it, but I was immediately sceptic of the purpouse. Was she chasing cars with a bike? Did she only want to get a tan? I couldn’t help smiling, and with the cigarette in the corner of my mouth I nodded to get her attention. She looked at me. "Can you show me any tricks?" I asked. She looked as superior intelligent as a cow. "You know.. Like in ‘Pacific Blue’?" The light went to green and off she went. Damn.
So, I’m pretty broke at the time, but sources tell me we might get paid today, but I wouldn’t put my money on it. ‘Cause I don’t have any. And The Street’s A grand doesn’t come for free has been released and I was eager to check it out, being a ‘follow-up’ and all, so I went down to the record shop at Grønnland subwaystation and fetched a copy.
The first thing I noticed, was that they’ve used another mixer this time, so it was more drumb-and-bass centered, yet keeping the UK Garage atmosphere. I only got halfway through the album when a woman standing next to me, more like 50 years old listening to someone’s album called HAWAII, had decided that she didn’t need to go to the bathroom in order to pee. How fascinating. Yet, I’d bought some canned food and a soda for my last dimes, and being hungry on top of all of this I went home. I can tell you, though, that album is coming to a CD player near me sometime soon!