Purp

I love the design of Sasha Frere-Jones’ weblog almost as much as I like the content; he writes about good music for the New Yorker you see. If you follow that link you’ll see a great article about the ‘Got That Purp’ mix-cd which is widely available for some five english pounds and is a very worthwhile investment if you like a bit of hip hop. As I do.

In unconnected news the Election coverage continues with David Aaronovitch in Watford:

This time I was on the tube train from north London to Watford. The train travels overground through the suburbs of north-west London, Middlesex and Hertfordshire: Pinner, Harrow, Northwood Hills, Croxley, and more. Strung out along the tracks are thousands of unremarkable houses, their monotony punctuated by stations, 30s shopping streets and the odd school or church. In each house lives one, two, three voters - each with their own understanding of the world, their own personal ideologies, their impressions, their experience of the world. And there are millions and millions of them. And, as ever, the thought scares me slightly. What do they want?

Finishing up the one-two punch is Oliver Burkeman on John Prescott:

It is a curious fact about Mr Prescott that his nakedly aggressive responses, including the famous left hook of four years ago, seem to enhance the respect in which he is held, as if, in an age of smugness and fakery, we are thrilled by any sign of non-synthetic emotion.

All of which is a roundabout way towards saying that, if you’re about on Sunday evening in Rickmansworth come along to Cafe Nero for about, er, 7 o’clock I think. That’s where my Church meets and where this week we’ll be questioning the general election candidates who’ve very graciously agreed to come along. (Well only Labour and Conservative confirmed so far.) Obviously anyone’s welcome and there’s free coffee which tends to go down fairly well. Get in touch if you want any more details.