Pimp my 850 grand Enzo ride.

I know it’s September now but the weather today couldn’t be more autumnal if it started hailing chestnuts, brown leaves and pumpkins while mist swirled around my office and the smell of a bonfire wafted past. I’m actually wearing a scarf. And a hat. But that’s purely an affectation - it’s lovely and warm here at Blackbridge.

My summer at least ended with a bit of bang as where I live I could enjoy the Notting Hill Carnival with the benefit of still being at home. While I sadly didn’t see any jolly ladies wearing a policeman’s helmet, I did spend some time at the Aba Shanti Sound System which caused considerable internal vibrations then passed five minutes at Good Times while Norman Jay played ‘Can You Feel It’ by the Jacksons with what can only be described as quite simply sub-human bass levels. I also saw a bloke dancing with no shirt on while wearing a horse’s head at Sancho Panza. At 1.30pm. Which was weird. My girlfriend and I decided that the two days were far better spent sitting at home listening to the passing sound systems (as can be seen below) and being gracious hosts to a variety of footsore visitors.

On Sunday night I played a ‘yacht rock’ set at a party of the boat two down from mine: Hall and Oates. POW! The Doobie Brothers. SMACK! Robert Palmer. KAZAM! ‘Crockett’s Theme’ by Jan Hammer. KABOOM! Very amusing indeed.

And I’m off to Barcelona tomorrow. Maybe there’s still some fun to be wrung out of the season yet?