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  • For some reason I am obsessed by Radiohead's song "Fake Plastic Trees" at the moment.

    I've always loved it but it is currently resonating particularly strongly. I drive around the place with it on the car system, Max Vol.

    I try to time the crescendo (which is the point where I join in) so I'm not driving through a built up area at the time. I do try to be considerate, but I seem to really need this song, even if it's annoying.

    I set off from home. I aproach Persac, a little village. Still reasonably quiet. I'm not singing yet. But if I'm not careful, I'm not yet through Persac before we come to:

    "A cracked polystyrene man,
    Who just crumbles and burns -"

    Which I yell at the top of my voice. Then we (Radiohead and I) go quietish again for a minute until it gets to the really loud bit:


    She looks like the real thing
    She tastes like the real thing
    My fake plastic love

    But I can’t help the feeling
    I could blow through the ceiling
    If I just turn and run"

    And I feel so much better after that.
    This has been going on for days now. I must look for another CD. Maybe a nice bit of Bach. Sorry, Persac.
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