A wet Friday night

…in Edinburgh.

Delighted to be home with Mrs. 17 Seconds,
frustrated that the boiler has broken down again.
Fed up with trying to motivate a handful of students.
Ecstatic that there’s week until I’m on holiday.

On nights like these I just want to crawl into bed and sleep…

But there’s music to keep my spirits up as ever. I spent years trying to get hold of this at an affordable rate, did people really pay £7 for a CD single ten years ago? I shure as heck didn’t…

Laptop -‘End Credits.’ mp3

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