Here's me, today, charging up the tollway, windows down, sunroof open, long curls flying medusa-like upward in the perfect afternoon air. The soundtrack: Split, the 1994 cd by Lush. Favorite tracks: 6 & 8. Good shit. I think the immaculate Robin Guthrie may have produced this one? I think I remember reading somewhere he said they were appropriately named as they drank a phenomenal amount. Cheers! New shoes arrived, sushi in half an hour, beautiful weather, perfect day. Giddy.