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No, no flowers. He said they belonged in the garden.

At around the same time I was coming back from ATP, probably while we were enjoying the worst bus journey ever, my grandfather died. It was quick, and unexpected. He was 81. The funeral was held on Wednesday. It was a very moving service.

The day I was born, I’m told, he decided to leave this watch to me when he died. It originally belonged to his grandfather. Not once in 26 years did he ever mention it to me. There are so many questions I’d like to ask. What it meant to him, not least.

I’ll miss him.

Review: Johnny Boy — Johnny Boy.

Your Are The Generation That Bought More Shoes And You Get What You Deserve is one of my favourite songs ever, so the fact that the first time I heard their much–delayed album was one of the most disappointing thirty minutes of my life isn’t necessarily the indictment it might be.

But still, it’s really, really disappointing. The best tracks — Formaldehyde, Bonnie Parker’s 115th Dream, Johnny Boy Theme — have mostly been floating around in various live versions since You Are The Generation before released. It’s great to have properly produced versions, but it doesn’t bode well for any future releases.

I bought this from megastore.se. I couldn’t find it anywhere in the UK. They were pretty speedy.