One of the biggest problems I find adjusting to normality after the A-Z challenge - what the hell normality constitutes - is I keep thinking of bands I should have included.
The trouble is we are all collectors at heart. We are pale faced philatelists with fat knees trapped in our parents' basements greedily collecting our empires of stamps. When the lights come on and someone enters our foul lairs we grasp each tiny stamp into our pasty arms, determined not to give away a single one. At least metaphorically speaking.
From the outside we may put on a rather nifty act of being cool, calm and sophisticated. But inside we are screaming maniacs being pushed down the aisles of Lowe's at a breakneck speed on a cart like the kid with the bike in The Shining screaming: : "I want to collect garden gnomes."
And if they come with cute fishing rods, so much the better.
So tonight I found myself wanting to add Mumford and Sons to my collection, even though it had long gone.Gosh I am sounding like a character from a Nick Horby novel.
I instinctively like these guys and not just because they're English and have a name that should be over a store in a sepia photograph. They have a kind of farmer's boy with cello chic and look like they would be rather good fun down the pub. Not that I have done any research this time. They could be manic depressives for all I know who want to spent all night talking about the Corn Laws of 1804. This is probably a bad example as I have something of a passing interest in the Corn Laws of 1804. Is there a Corn Laws chat room? Back to the basement.
Anyhow I have no idea what Little Lion Man is about but I instinctively know it's my theme tune.