Kopparberg Premium Cider with Mixed Fruit

Alc. 4.0% 500ml bottle

Kopparburgs Bryggeri est. 1882
Genuine Swedish Apple Cider with a taste of Raspberry & blackcurrant


Fruity taste. Comes in a brown glass bottle with Kopparberg embossed on it in the surface of the glass. Reminds me of that ‘soft drink for adults’ Shloer. Mellow yet with a sharply accented aftertaste. Definitely a play of berry flavours upon the palate. What does that mean? Its got that same sort of carbonated soda water taste as Appletiser drinks and tastes like you expect ie raspberries and blackcurrant (but sounds more learned than just saying it as it is because I don’t know what to say really for some of this ‘just to keep the blog updating regularly’ throw away food and drink posts). Quite fizzy… if anything a bit more than it should do as though the carbonation process is similar to mineral water rather than the big brand soft drinks. It has a deep pink colour when poured out. There is enough for about two and a half highball glasses in each bottle.

I would order this if I saw it on a menu although it is more of a summer drink.

… and now the stuff it says on the bottle.


Premium Cider Kopparberg

Sweden’s original cider brand; made in our family owned brewery in Kopparberg town in the heart of the country. The juice of blackcurrant and raspberries are added to our apple cider to deliver a truly unique, fruity taste, rich in colour and refreshing down to the last drop. We hope you enjoy this very special cider as much as we did making it for you! Skal! (Cheers!)

2 UK Units

Don’t drink while pregnant logo
Recycle logo
Put in waste bin logo

500ml 4.0% vol.


UK Chief Medical Officers recommend men do not regularly  Exceed 3-4 units daily and women, 2-3 units daily


Kopparburgs Bryggeri est. 1882

Kopparberg Brewery
714 82 Kopparberg Town, Sweden.

Consumer Contact: +46 (0)580 886 02

Contains sulphites to preserve freshness.


I will review…. something more interesting on the weekend.


Marks & Spencer Dutch Shortcake Biscuits

Melt in the mouth shortcake dipped in Belgian milk chocolate

At the moment there is a 2 for 1 promotion at Marks and Spencer so it cost £1.5 for 18 biscuits (there are 9 biscuits per 150g pack).

A buttery, crumbly, shortcake biscuit half dipped into milk chocolate. It is packaged in some corrugated cardboard under the plastic wrapper to preserve the biscuits which are quite fragile. Even with this preventative measure you will still find a bit of crumbling but it is minimal. These are quite an ‘afternoon tea’ kind of biscuit. They arequite savoury and pleasant. I really liked them but, as each biscuit is individually quite large, you will likely find yourself going through them quite quickly unless you consciencly ration them. One buscuit by itself would seem excessive if served with a cup of tea so I am not sure under what circumstances they expect you to ue them except as part of a selection at an afternoon tea.

Per biscuit 376 kJ / 90 kcal
Energy 5% of your RI
Per 100g 2254 kJ / 540 kcal
Milk chocolate coated shortcake biscuit

Not suitable for nut allergy suffers

INGREDIENTS: Wheatflour (contains Gluten) – Vegetable Oils (Palm Oil, Rapeseed Oil) in varying proportions – Sugar – Milk Chocolate (15%) (Sugar – Cocoa Butter – Cocoa Mass – Dried Skimmed Milk – Butter Oil (Milk) – Dried Lactose (Milk) – Emulsifier: Soya Lecthin – Vanilla Flavouring) – Butter Oil (Milk) – Dried Whey Solids (Milk) – Salt – Raising Agent: Sodium Bicarbonate, E450 – Lemon Peel – Acid: Citric Acid – Modified Potato Starch. Milk chocolate contains Cocoa Solids 30% minimum, Milk Solids 20% minimum.

For allergens see ingredients in bold.

Not suitable for Nut and Sesame allergy sufferers due to manufacturing methods.

Suitable for vegetarians

NUTRITION: Serves: 9 / Per 100g / Per Shortcake (16.7g)
Typical Values:
Energy kJ 2254 / 376
Energy kcal 540 / 90
Fat 30.8g / 5.1g
Of which saturates 15.9g / 2.7g
Carbohydrates 59.0g / 9.9g
Of which sugars 27.0g / 4.5g
Fibre 2.5g / 0.4g
Protein 5.4g / 0.9g
Salt 0.93g / 0.15g

(This information is also available in French and Dutch)

STORAGE For Best Before, see front of pack. Store in a cool, dry place. Once opened, store in an airtight container.

Made in Netherlands.

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(Copyright) Marks and Spencers plc
PO Box 3339 Chester
CH99 9QS
United Kingdom


Another M&S biscuit review!? Really? What is becoming of this blog? I should get some sponsorship money…

… No actually there are one or two drinks lined up as well so for the following week so this is the current theme for this blog but it will return to normal next weekend. After they are done we will be back on track with a few live performance reviews (a few weeks too late to be of immediate relevance) and maybe one or two other random things.

Marks & Spencer’s Belgian Triple Chocolate Cookies

£2 for one box but £3 if you take advantage of the ever present offer from the M&S range of premium biscuits.

Very rich tasting and the chocolate chunks melt in the mouth. Strong enough you could dip it in tea if that was your thing but crisp enough to have a satisfying bite. Not as soft and chewy as fresh made biscuits of this sort but that is in its favour as they can seem doughy. The chocolate almost instantaneously melts in your mouth as you chew it releasing its rich flavour. Definitely a better all-round biscuit than the crystallised stem ginger ones I bought with them. An indulgent item which lives up to its name.

But onto the important bit and provide you with the box information so you are not stood in the store reading off ingredients and coming across as a bit too obsessive about your diet. Personally I find that with the more enjoyable taste you are also going to pay by it being that much worse for you nutrition wise. This is a ‘treat’ kind of biscuit not something you should be eating every day.

Per cookie 461kJ / 110 kcal
Energy 6% of your RI
Per 100g 2151kJ / 515 kcal

Chocolate cookies with chunks of dark, milk and white Belgian chocolate half coated in Belgian dark chocolate.

Not suitable for nut allergy suffers.

Ingredients: Wheatflour contains gluten, Calcium Carbonate, Iron, Niacin, Thiamin) Belgian Dark Chocolate (17%) (Sugar – Cocoa Mass – Cocoa Butter – Emulsifier: Soya Lecithin – Vanilla Flavouring) –– Butter (Milk) – Belgian Dark Chocolate Chunks (13%) (Sugar – Cocoa Mass – Cocoa Butter – Emulsifier: Soya Lecithin – Vanilla Flavouring) – Sugar – Belgian Milk Chocolate Chunks (8%) (Sugar – Dried Whole Milk – Cocoa Butter – Cocoa Mass – Emulsifier: Soya Lecthin – Vanilla Flavouring) – Belgian White Chocolate Chunks (7%) (Sugar – Dried Whole Milk – Cocoa Butter – Dried Skimmed Milk – Emulsifier: Soya Lecthin – Vanilla Flavouring) – Golden Syrup (Invert Sugar Syrup) – Fat Reduced Cocoa Powder – Raising Agent: E450, Sodium Bicarbonate, E503 – Salt. Belgian Dark Chocolate contains Cocoa Solids 46% minimum. Belgian Dark Chocolate Chunks contain Cocoa Solids39% minimum. Belgian Milk Chocolate Chunks contain Cocoa Solids 25% minimum, Milk Solids 14% minimum. Belgian White Chocolate Chunks contain Milk Solids 25% minimum.

For allergens see ingredients in bold.

Not suitable for Nut allergy sufferers due to manufacturing methods

Suitable for vegetarians

NUTRITION Serves/Portions: 7
Typical values: Per 100g / per cookie (21g)
Energy kJ 2151 / 461
Energy kcal 515 110
Fat 27.9g / 6g
Of which saturates 17.6g / 3.8g
Carbohydrates 58.1g / 12.5g
Of which sugars 41.2g / 8.8g
Fibre 4.0g / 0.9g
Protein 5.8g / 1.2g
Salt 0.63g / 0.13g

Reference intake (adult) Energy 8400kJ / 2000kcal

Fat 70g Saturates 20g Sugars 90g Salt 6g

STORAGE For Best Before, see front of pack. Store in a cool, dry place. Once opened, store in an airtight container.

125g along side one of those scannable code things and a recycling ying yang arrows sign.

French / NL versions of ingredients are also provided

Made in Scotland.

Copyright Marks and Spencer plc
PO Box 3339 Chester
CH99 9QS
United Kingdom


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Tray – Minimum
50% recycled plastics
Recyclable Carton – Paper – Widely recycled.
Recyclable Tray – Plastics – Check local recycling
Recyclable film – plastics – Not currently recycled

The other box of biscuits along with the ones that had gigner in them. I prefer these ones although the pieces of crystalised ginger were very nice in the others. Marks and Spencers really want you to know how dedicated they are to their civic duty of recycling.

Next time on the misadventures in blogging… we will see. Hopefully on the weekend get around to reviiewng the stage production of The Woman In Black I saw recently.

An Interaction At The Workplace

Today I was waiting to be served when I heard the checkout staff having a conversation.

Dramatis Personae of the skit:
Troll Girl – about 4 foot tall, rectangular head with greasy blonde hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. She wears a red t-shirt with baggy trousers and has the bored yet dazed expression of cattle. He voice is low and ejaculated in the warped guttural growl caused by speaking the patois of the valleys. She is ageless. I would guess early twenties but she could be anywhere between 16 to 40 her features are of such a strangely timelessly blank setting.
Young Man – About 5 foot 9 inches, so not ‘manly tall’ but sufficiently enough he towered over the girl. An oval face with a gelled Mohawk hairstyle and skin slightly too pink as if he had used defoliating pads excessively. Wears a black buttoned up shirt and matching trousers. He is likely in his early 20s but could be younger.

TG: So how you getta invite to sucha fancy doo den? I din get invited…
YM: Dunno, they just asked me.
TG: You gonna weara rented tux like you said you was? You gonna cumin an’ show me it before you go?
YM: (visibly uncomfortable) Um… no I will probably go straight there since its straight after work and I’ll only have enough time to get ready before leaving.

Sometimes I wonder if people don’t know how to respect co-worker’s boundaries. Often I think I am perhaps asking too much of co-workers sometimes but, on the other hand, it is to show an interest in them as an individual outside of being a co-worker and often I just hope it sparks a conversation over potential common ground we may not have been aware of otherwise. More often than not I feel like I am being needlessly nosey though. Maybe I am… I hope not…The girl seemed needlessly intrusive and passive aggressive. I got the impression the guy had been invited to something prestegious so there was a bit of projected jealousy being taken out on him needlessly.

… Saying that he put a bottle of barbeque sauce in with my new, light coloured, coat so I can’t give him that much sympathy as cruel as it sounds. Decorum and all that hey what old chap. Bit of the old common sense. Buying a new coat here – wouldn’t mind having an extra bag to ensure I don’t need to risk returning with a complaint of ‘the reason the coat is damaged is your staff don’t practice due care in their duties’. Probably would fight tooth and nail not to give a refund, replacement or credit note. Kind of get the impression it could be that kind of place.

We have to pay for carrier bags in shops here in Wales in case you were unaware. 5 pence per carrier bag they charge! Where does that money go? The government told businesses to charge for bags but not what to do with the money they take for them. Some give it to charity while others treat it as an extra bit of profit. It was meant to put people off wasting plastic bags or littering with them, in order to aid national recycling efforts, but it seems to have had no real effect except that one time a celebrity was seen with a give-a-way fabric bag and crowds flocked to have one of their own as conscientiously dedicated followers of fashion.

Yes I had nothing to write today… thus you get a little bit of rambling but then what did you expect to find on a blog called ‘Rambling At The BridgeHead’?

Tomorrow… Who knows what I will write. Something more interesting hopefully.


When you were born it was I who kept your parents warm in this cold heartless world.

When you were little they warned you about me. They warned you how I would hurt you even though I was pretty. They told you, though I gave you light and warmth, I would take my tariff if you ever tried to touch me wouldn’t I?

November 5th they brought you to me in the darkness outisde to celebrate a dead man. They lit the sky with my little colourful brethren who they happily sacrificed for their entertainment. A gloriously brief death for those you use for your amusement.

When you were a little older they left you alone and you sought after me in curiosity. That look in your eyes was my fuel. They found us hidden away together and scolded you, told you that I would burn you in my embrace, but you didn’t listen. In the garden they would still call me to get rid of their unwanted things, but you, you they wished to keep with them and so they kept us apart.

Summer came and you had no need for me so I was abandoned. In winter you all locked yourselves inside with me. Watching me. Feeding me. Without me you and everyone like you would have been dead a long time ago. But still you fear me though I was enslaved by you.

Years passed but you never forgot about me did you? Me? I was there waiting in the dark alone until next we would meet. ou would have seen me if you ever looed. Sometimes in summer you would call on me to cook you food outside and every November without fail we would meet again amongst the crowds. But now you kept your distance as if afraid of me.

My desire for you smouldered but you were so cold towards me. Had I done something wrong? Was the burning passion between us truly gone? One day you let your guard down and I entered your house. I found you sleeping and the consummation of our love took your breath away.

When it was your funeral they delivered you to me in a wooden box made just for you. How intense our final moments were together as we both let our flame extinguish finally.

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Amen.

I forgot I was going to try and post daily this week. Here is a short vignette I wrote a long time ago. It is a very rough first draft so I am not pleased with it but then I doubt I will ever bother to revisit the concept and tidy it up without some incentive.

Fire is associated, in concept and symbolism, with passion and intensity of emotions amongst other things. I am sure someone has written something like this before. No doubt one if the classics of literature is on this subject as its one of those things that seems so obvious a concept for practising your writing style.

Comments or likes are always appreciated if you read this or anything else. I changed the look of the blog a few days ago. What do you think? I’m not sure the Gibson girls thing was the best idea to be honest.

… and just to have a video associated with the topic.

Belgian Dark Chocolate & Stem Ginger Cookies – Marks & Spencers

£2 for one box but £3 if you take advantage of the ever present offer from the M&S range of premium biscuits.

A nice, smooth, rich tasting chocolate with a biscuit at its core which I personally find perhaps a little too dry. Of course you say that is how all ginger flavoured biscuits taste as they are ‘warm’ tasting but the biscuit seems a little too dry considering this is meant to be a luxury item. If you happen to catch one of the pieces of crystallised root ginger on your tooth it is extremely chewy. The chocolate almost instantly melts in your mouth coating it with the taste of dark chocolate. It is an enjoyable biscuit but as there only seem to be 7 in each pack you will probably find that they are ‘a treat’ rather than something you will buy often. Certainly as I have always seen these premium biscuits in 2 for 1 offers it seems they are successful but not enough to warrant reconsideration on how M&S market them. Like the dark chocolate. Like the chewy stem ginger. The core biscuit is low quality unfortunately…

Nonetheless let me now give you all the information off the box…

Per cookie 386kJ / 92 kcal
Energy 5% of your RI
Per 100g 2159kJ / 516 kcal

Cookies with stem ginger pieces, fully coated in Belgian dark chocolate

Not suitable for nut allergy suffers

Ingredients: Belgian Dark Chocolate (38%) (Sugar – Cocoa Mass – Cocoa Butter – Emulsifier: Soya Lecithin – Vanilla Flavouring) – Wheatflour, Calcium Carbonate, Iron, Niacin, Thiamin) – Butter (Milk) – Sugar- Crystallised Stem Ginger (9%) (Stem Ginger – Sugar) – Belgian Milk Chocolate (Sugar – Dried Whole Milk – Cocoa Butter – Cocoa Mass – Emulsifier: Soya lecithin – Vanilla Flavouring) – Ground Ginger – Raising Agent: E450, Sodium Bicarbonate – Salt.
Belgian Dark Chocolate contains Cocoa Solids 46% minimum.
Belgian Milk Chocolate contains Cocoa Solids 25% minimum, Milk Solids 14% minimum

For allergens see ingredients in bold.

Suitable for vegetarians

NUTRITION Serves/Portions: 7
Typical values: Per 100g / per cookie (18g)
Energy kJ 2159 / 386
Energy kcal 515 92
Fat 27.3g / 4.3g
Of which saturates 16.8g / 3.0g
Carbohydrates 61.5g / 11.0g
Of which sugars 38.7g / 6.9g
Fibre 1.9g / 0.3g
Protein 5.2g / 0.9g
Salt 0.53g / 0.10g

Reference intake (adult) Energy 8400kJ / 2000kcal
Fat 70g Saturates 20g Sugars 90g Salt 6g

STORAGE For Best Before, see front of pack. Store in a cool, dry place. Once opened, store in an airtight container.

125g along side one of those scannable code things and a recycling ying yang arrows sign.

French / Dutch versions of ingredients are also provided

Made in Scotland.


Copyright Marks and Spencer plc

PO Box 3339 Chester
CH99 9QS
United Kingdom


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Tray – Minimum
50% recycled plastics
Recyclable Carton – Paper – Widely recycled.
Recyclable Tray – Plastics – Check local recycling
Recyclable film – plastics – Not currently recycled

A dry,dull, review for biscuits which didn’t make much of an impression on me. They seem quite intent on making sure people now they recycle their packaging. Premium product demanding you agree with the sort of thing which concerns their target market.

Next time more biscuits or something.,, maybe reviews of things I aw in the theatre recently.

I am going to try and do a post a day as I had a bit of a break recently (did I? I’m not sure now…)

That Friday Feeling: Walking Home From Work

The walk home from school, university, or work always had some musical accompaniment for me. Not with an actual music playing device but more some ear worm or song that had been repeatedly demanding my attention at the time. I suppose you could say, in a movie going way, a song track of my life but that seems quite a trite concept… and yet here I am posting about such a thing. It’s changed over time how I felt with each step in life but here is a haphazard guess at what the key tone was at each point in life when making that triumphant beginning to the weekend. I recalled this advert and so it inspired this post:

These songs don’t necessarily represent themselves, as some would be quite anachronistic in that sense, but rather the frame of mind I was in when leaving ‘work’ on Friday and taking that walk home to begin the weekend.

When I was in school: The Cure – Friday I’m In Love

The walk would be about 15 minutes long. The weekend was an organic part of the week and as I had enjoyed time in school so came the time when school was set aside and endless hours enjoying life replaced classes. Certain days would be ‘bad’ because of certain classes occurring on those days. Not that I had any which I disliked as much as just the timing of them. For example Physical Education ending first period or fourth, with us only having five minutes between classes to get from one location to the next across the school’s horseshoe shape campus (along the single narrow pathways between the Upper and Lower School campuses, overfilled by 1000+ pupils at a time) was always bad as the teachers never gave a fair amount of time to change back out of the schools PE uniform (usually the school’s rugby jersey with shorts and trainers). Home Technology (Home Ec for any American readers) at the end of the day and being held back to clean the equipment because I was one of the few not to go home on the bus was also bad the once or twice I got made to do this which was unfair. But it was all organic. Just as we flowed from discussing works of literature to performing science experiments to speaking foreign languages from one hour to the next so the working school week drifting melodically into the weekend was a natural state and everything was good. Yes even with the weekly melodrama of being an adolescent life was good. So many things happening in so short a time life seemed to last forever. Though I spent no time with anyone outside school time It was a welcome break in which to recharge my batteries. Overstimulation numbs me and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

When I was in University: Redline OST – RedLine Day (featuring Rob Laufer)

I am cheating a bit by ignoring my first year of university. And the second to an extent too. None the less the lecture would end and I would begin the twenty five minute walk to the bus station going past the rugby grounds, Patti Pavilion with its garden, the prison, numerous hotels and (depending on the route) the theatre or a large Tesco next to the dual carriageway to arrive at the central bus station. Due to the timing I either had to stay waiting at the appropriate area for fifty minutes for the bus so I could be the first o or go around the shopping centre right by it for a while. Sometimes I waited and sometimes I went for a look around the shops. On the rare occasion I got to the bus in time and got a seat thus saving an hour. As I walked out of the university via the dual carriageway entrance, or out of Singleton Park, I would be daydreaming of fantastical things and laughing to myself full of joy. Life was good and the bus trip provided over forty five minutes of quiet reflection watching the scenes of South Wales fly by. Nothing could get me down and I didn’t mind that I never made friends as I didn’t stay on campus or in any halls of residence like many of the others.

However this ends the period of life when ‘that Friday feeling’ was always part of the week.

I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Excerpt from Invictus by William Ernest Henley

When I was unemployed but occasionally going out still: Nouvelle Vague – Making Plans For Nigel (Cover)

One day merged into the next so there was no true ‘end of the work week’ during these times. This was the first period of unemployment after university before getting the first job. There was a sense of sweet melancholia about the entire period. The walk home took about fifteen minutes. I was unemployed but so were many other people immediately after finishing university. You were looking for that first chance to make your stake in the world. Even if you were just one of the faceless number, as long as you had people you liked working with, then everything was manageable. Life was full of potential it was just a question of where it would take you. Times were a little daunting but everything was a silver lining and a step towards finding your place in the sun. This cover probably applies to nowadays while the original by XTC applies to Friday’s at the end of an intense week where things have had to be done with little margin for error so it felt like there was a set scheme to how things progressed.

Walking home from Work (the first job):  Mr Loco – Hombre Religioso

Simply getting the job was enough. The walk home took about fifteen minutes uphill. The people were nice although they all treated me as ‘the kid’. Things were steady and fun with a few conversations during the work hours and nothing stressful. High workload. Training people in using a newly integrated system. It was a learning experience and I enjoyed it. Except… I never felt a part of it as I was temporary. Eventually my contract covering maternity leave of two employees came to an end and there was no place available to me due to the economic down turn a month earlier… but I had faith it would all be okay.

Second period of unemployment due to the economic downturn in 2008: Rule of Rose OST – A Love Suicide

The second period of unemployment seemed to drag with no real purpose. In a house. In a room. Sign on. Repeat. There was no money to go do things and be alive. The rest of the world moved on but stagnation eventually set in. Something broke permanently now. The walk home took thirty five minutes. It was melancholy but unlike the first time now there were many others out of work and they had years of experience where I could only offer potential. Employers changed from wanting the potential of individuals to invest in and no long on the television did you hear constantly the vocal complains of middle aged people about how they were being overlooked for younger employment opportunities. No, now it was the ‘safe bet’ employers wanted. Employees with commitments already tying them down and more malleable to walking the line no matter the demands made on them. But there were moments of hope. It was more about the recruitment agencies petty attitudes at this time than employers being logical. With so many out of work they could treat you how they liked and if they didn’t like the cut of your jib it was a quick, unchallengeable, letter to the job centre and you had no benefits to live on. Many lived in fear. I find recruitment agencies to be filled with the cruellest bottom feeders of society but that is a story for another time. In short give up on your dreams, don’t even work on them in your personal time. You owe the world your life. You owe your ‘betters’ your life. You owe it to agressive people. You owe it to people willing to use violence. You are a cog in the machine and should accept you will never make anything of yourself. Anyone will be able to take your job and you should be thankful we are hear to put up with you and helping you find a job by supervising your activities to make sure you are not just slobbing about only applying for over 15 jobs a week… I mean how lazy are you? If you are unemployed you are scum and are treated as such.

Except you are not. But they will ‘break you down to build you up’… except by the point its time to build you back up the time limit has already expired. It is an industry meant to help people but instead it is populated by people kicking you when you are already down. One day one of the worst one’s I had the displeasure of having to deal with ( and who stopped me getting a job ironically) was stood outside the job centre and clicked her fingers at me as if to beckon a dog. Another kept telling me how it was a temporary job until she got on her training course in September as if to imply how easy it was to get a job by rubbing it in my face she had one. It is ironic an industry meant to alleviate pressures on social services in fact has generated far worse consequences through poor implementation and sub-contracting to third party private groups looking to make profit not provide a service to the individual. People don’t fear unemployment but the people they will have to deal with so I suppose it is a further irony that in fact the recruitment agencies are achieving what the Government wants if not by the method they wish it to be done in.

Walking home from work now: The Divine Comedy – The Booklovers

I don’t really have music playing in the back of my head walking home some days. The walk is twenty five minutes long. In fact it was the exact same walk as when I was unemployed but there is some purpose to it now as the weekend is finite. It’s more about making sense of thing now. There are other obligations now and not enough time to fulfil them all. Time management and prioritising what needs to be done versus what I would like to be done. I ultimately don’t feel there is a choice in anything as I put others ahead of myself though it is not acknowledged. The chorus is something I often quote to myself. I don’t know if it makes things better but there is hope in its lyrics. The greatest evil of Pandora’s box left behind when all the others had fled. The song is in the context (along with the album it is from) of a couple spending a day together and discussing their views (which in the case of this song is them discussing authors) and joking around.

Alternate ‘Friday’s walk home from work’ songs:

  •  Nobuo Uematsu- Terra’s Theme (with lyrics) from Final Fantasy VI:

Actually this is the song that often goes through my mind. When a lot has gone on but I look forward to resting in the knowledge the next week will be better. On such Fridays I probably dont have any plans and know not much will happen. Life is a journey and while this moment might not be all thrills and spills it is nonetheless one step closer to something good. one step further on the grand quest of life.

  • Jamie Lidell – Compass

When there is something to go home for. Unlike Terra’s theme getting home was the point and not just a stop gap to the next life event. Its hopeful yet a little melancholic because even looking forward there is a mild fear that when you arrive it may no long be yours… a beautiful song.

  • Jose Gonzalez – Far Away

This is perhaps the closest to a daily song although in a positive way. Tired from the day but going home to rest and repeat the same tasks tomorrow. A steady ongoing rhythm of life.

  • Mr Bungle – Pink Cigarette

… because there needs to be a joke entry as the ‘just-had-a-bad-day’ song in the mix too just for completeness sake. I like the song but definitely it would be worrying to be singing this to yourself walking home.

So what have we learned? I used to play a few classic computer games and am aware of anime. That I apparently don’t just live for the weekend, as some do, but for the next event however far away it might seem in hope. Really this tells you nothing specifically yet gives you a vague sense of everything all at the same time doesn’t it?

Next time… food or drink… Ooh wait no! Something else hopefully!