Pride - in the name of music

So, I've got to do a playlist for Pride, well, actually I've got to do an essay, but I'm listening to my playlist for our paradey bit in Pride. It's got to be roughly sixties, but I've kinda wandered a bit in the name of making it a wee bit longer (read: it was too short). Now, I'm sure there's loads of great 60s paradey type songs that I've missed out - I mean, I've got like 200 60s CDs, but I can't think of the titles of the tracks I want. So, in the interests of consumer research here's my playlist as it currently stands:

Radio London - Mashed Radio Caroline
Mony Mony - Tommy James and the Shondells
The Beatles - Twist And Shout (live)
Bee Gees - Night Fever
The Yardbirds - For Your Love
Radio London - Much More Music
Hold Tight - Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick. & Titch
Norman Greenbaum - Spirit In the Sky( Read more... )

Stranger things have happened

1000 words in. Long pause to write notes on the next segment.

This week I've got rid of: My dads' Pentax camera, my Harmonium, the Rev Counter originally bought for a GCSE project, and my pillow.

My pillow?

Yes. I've had the same pillow since I was about oooh, 7... and, well, I liked it. I was used to it's fluffy featherey goodness. The fact it was a bit hideous to look at, and probably way older than me, well, it never really occured to me to change it. When I learned that 10% of a 6 year old pillow can be dust mites/faeces/dead mites I did think "eek, I really should change my pillow". And I started to look out for a new feather pillow. I like feather pillows, they mould to your head :-)

But then I kind of lost momentum having not found one.

Until a couple of days ago when Trey pointed out that I needed to change my pillow, very enthusiastically, and so my pillow went; replaced by my 'guest' poly/hollow fibre-filled pillow. And uh, I slept fine.

So I chucked it away. Along with my platform boots (which I loved, but noticed they'd started to split and since they're crappy pseudo-suede-plastic)....

And yes, my hayfever has been better the last few days. Not gone, no, but a bit better.

Slowly, slowly I'm clearing my life out.