I closed my latest travelogue article (A Radiohead with The Boss in Toy Town) with this somewhat enigmatic, some might say rhetorical question:
Do you have any idea what I’m talking about?
It was a silly play on words and call back to the Radiohead lyrics used in the sub-title of my article and one person, one person in the entirety of The Matrix was kind enough to reply and their reply was
“not really”
and I can’t tell you how the receiving of those nine letters through the wizardry and witchcraft of The Matrix made me feel. A silly, throwaway article on the passage of time, a weekend that had happened, was happening and was yet still to happen, of playing the fool with my son and losing at cards over a picnic breakfast fit for a fucking King, a Boss and a Radiohead too. The making of memories over a bacon sandwich and the sharing of stories mixed with a musical note or two, a bewildering lyric and a cryptic in-joke message that raised the question of whether the reader had any idea what I was talking about and a reader said “not really”.
You couldn’t pay me enough to tell you how wonderful that made me feel but you’re welcome to try.
You might be surprised as to how cheap I am.
Here’s a happy handful of images from beautiful Ironbridge on Sunday 11th August 2024 as two blood brothers played cards (I won for a change!), “tri-ominos” (think dominos but triangle shaped — I lost) and over a bacon sandwich and some old fashioned sweets we shared another picnic breakfast beside the riverside and in my favourite toy town in all the world.



Thanks for reading. For more gibberish and balderdash such as this, here’s one I prepared in late March of this year:
"At the end of a Storm" - link to Amazon
Thanks for reading. I hope this message in a bottle in The Matrix finds you well, prospering, and the right way up in an upside down world.