david thomas died

It was of course sad to hear that David Thomas died a few days ago though without wishing to be glib it seems like the last few years - quite a while before I took this picture of him in Oslo on the 11 October 2019 - he was on borrowed time, whatever that literally meant. I was a huge fan since my late teens particularly of the Pere Ubu albums mainly from Dub Housing through to Song of the Bailing Man and his subsequent solo career up to Monster Walks... though there was plenty of incredibly good stuff after that time with and without the PU name, of course. 

I didn't know him, but I did really enjoy his output. 

chip nuts

I have nothing to tell you. Very tired. I went looking for a picture on my phone that might have given some entertainment and all I could find was this, which I suppose was a snack I bought in Oslo and presumably ate, at least some of, probably. 

I don't remember this at all. They may not even be Norwegian. 

I loved Norway. I mean it's not Finland (what is?) but it's similarly clean and everyone is polite, more or less, and helpful. Unlike Finland I have Norwegian ancestors. The Knorpps. I'm sure I've told you about the Knorpps. There's every chance they don't exist, really but I'm hanging on to them, partly out of my strong affection for my paternal grandmother who told me about them. There just doesn't seem to be such a name as Knorpp unfortunately. 

Here's another picture from the same week (October 2019) which basically is probably worth about a billion dollars. It's Edinburgh Castle I think. It's a real thing that happened. 

Anyway I really have nothing to tell you. It's been a very full-on day, with a two-hour lecture that went OK but really took the wind out of my sails. Talk to you later.