There’s No-One There


Hangover. Tired. Headache.

In a chain of events I won’t bother to explain I ended up watching Rochdale play Colchester yesterday. I like watching lower league football every now and then. You can stand up. You can pay on the gate. The crowd have realistic/low expectations. As Rochdale went looking for an equaliser in the second half a long ball was punted towards the box. ‘There’s no one there’ a man sighed. He looked like he’d spent the last 40 years watching Rochdale lump the ball towards the box, in vain hope of a goal. And he was right, there was no-one there.

Random song- M Craft covers She Sells Sanctuary by The Cult, acoustic style.
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Makes My Back Burn

I have little or no interest in The Cult, or anything else they have done, but this is a ridiculously good song. Long version for extra intro and drama. Do that funny dance. Shake your arms around. Get a bandanna. You know you want it.

she sells sanctuary long version.mp3