Watching: See below

Saddened to hear that Davy Jones died earlier today. Always the most likeable Monkee with the least Hey man I’m a Monkee but I really wanna be in Jefferson Airplane kind of attitude of the band. If you don’t own at least a Best Of the Monkees pop-kids you really should, and will probably be given ample choice in the months to come. My own favourite song of theirs – A Little Bit Me A Little Bit You –  featured young Davy on lead vocals. RIP.

Listening to: 5th Dimension – Age of Aquarius

Spent yesterday afternoon at the world’s number one location for shark-attacks, New Smyrna Beach, Flo Rider. Nobody was surfing much, and having read the statistics I can see why. Incredible coastline though, with that talcum powder-like sand. Anyhoo, the day was rounded up in fine style back at the custom car hootenanny in Kissimmee’s  rootin’ tootin’ Old Town. 256 cars took part this time, a small selection of which can be seen above. The sheer god-like beauty of many of the automobiles on show stun me into open-mouthed silence. It’s surreal to consider that at one time, these were just everyday cars on the road. This event is now definitely one of my favourite things to do in Flo Rider. Recommended if y’all are in this neck of the woods.

 Listening to: Laurent Garnier – Acid Eiffel

So what did I do this last weekend? I attended my first ever significant sports event is what I did. When I say significant, I mean not  a hot-dog eating contest or beer-race. This was a basketball game ‘twixt the Milwaukee Bucks and the Orlando Magics. I have to say pop-kids, it was as much fun as you could have while still watching sports. Best night out I’ve had in a long time.
The whole evening was soundtracked throughout by hip hop, electro house, stadium organ,  and assorted We-Will-Rock-You-related handclaps, even during the game, which was a surprise to me. At least at first. Saying that, I suppose basketball itself  is a relatively quiet affair so the entertainment was piled on thick all night. Music, cheerleaders, a man armed with a bazooka firing t-shirts into the crowd, even a marriage-proposal on the court – she looked mortified but said yes anyway.
Prior to this, my experience of the game was limited to the Harlem Globetrotters…and I mean the 70′s cartoon,  not any actual games. So I was worried that not knowing much about it might impede my enjoyment thereof, but I should have worried not. You could actually be a basketball hater and have a great night out at one of these events. Seriously. I shall definitely be going again.

Listening to: Paul Revere & the Raiders – Indian Reservation

Picked this up in a bar last night and it very quickly became top of my favourite newspaper list. The title tells you all you need to know. Lots of naughty folks saying/shouting/scowling/screaming Cheese for the benefit of their local police photographer. Am now wondering if it’s available for Kindle.