A Radiohead in Gnosall
“Good morning, Mr Magpie. How are we today?”
Gnosall (pronounced “Knows All”) is a tiny Staffordshire village bordering on the nearby county of Shropshire that I stumbled upon by happy accident several years ago as I drove a taxi with a head full of wistful dreams at winning in life, and a backseat full of humanity losing their humanity as they stare disconsolately into their mobile gateway into the deep, dark void of The Matrix. I’ve returned often in the intervening years, often alone and sometimes with a beautifully disinterested son no doubt wondering why his rambling old fool of a father has suddenly become rather more pleased with life. “This is real life!” I probably exclaim excitedly.
Who knows?
You certainly don’t as you weren’t there and nor were you in beautiful Gnosall on Thursday 9th May and if you were you should have said hello!
Everyone’s really friendly on the “cut” of the canal!
Even a bewildered and misanthropic old soul like me.
Why Radiohead I hear you ask?
Because I’m in charge around here, they’re the greatest band in the world and this song is so very personally prescient that if I explained to you as to why we’d be here all day and you’d think me quite mad.
It’s a panic attack of a song and utterly beautiful.
Treat yourself!
OK, Computer?
"Morning Mr Magpie" (LIVE) by Radiohead
Gorgeous photos; that looks like a place you could get lost in.