So I have this politics assignment due soon but its ok because Ivana has volunteered to write it for me, and I can focus on listening to some music and then sharing it with you because I am so caring and lovely and everything else that is nice like a cup of tea and some short-bread biscuits that my grandmother always buys and I particularly enjoy visiting her because she buys the expensive quality biscuits not like an aunt of mine who has an almost maniacal obsession with cheap no-frills product of almost all varieties and shapes to a point where if Franklins releases a product in no-frills she will purchase it even if she has no need for it, which really makes me wonder that if there are many people like my aunt why have all the Franklins closed, even in areas like mine where it was doing a booming trade in small goods and the Woolworths was not, although incidentally the Woolworths chain has opened up a store where the Franklins was so there are two Woolworths in the same suburb and no Coles and they are absolutely making money hand over fist, waiting, cowering for the day that Aldi pops into town, since Germans do everything better, especially small goods and depressing movies like Christiane F. which I watched for the third time only a few days ago before watching Drugstore Cowboys and today, Paris Texas by a director whose name I cannot recall, so instead I palmed off my assignment to Ivana and will present to you the brilliance that is early-80’s Elvis Costello, before he want INSANE (and not in a good way) and started recording folk, classical, piano etc music which was bizarre - he recorded Trust in 1981 and according to Wikipedia, under the influence of “rough ’scrumpy’ cide, gin and tonic (yay mosman), various powders… and, in the final hours, Seconal and Johnnie Walker Black Label (classy man)*”. And now, enjoy…
(FYI - Paris, Texas was directed by Wim Wenders, and I fully support the use of the full-stop.)
*Not on Wikipedia, I added these small bits of commentary.

Much Love