Only just rediscovered this tune yesterday. Dig the bass line.
A fresh ginger scare
Zelda’s mom, who runs an organic produce boutique in De Beauvoir, tells me that the price of your daily ginger root is about to go through the roof. When I mentioned that she should grab the opportunity and stockpile a load now to sell later at vastly inflated prices she became vexed & demanded to know why I wanted her to rip off her treasured clientele? Morals this close to the City of London don’t come knocking on your door every day of the week. Apparently a pox or plague or some other pest has destroyed the ginger crop (in whatever it country it gets cropped) and the resulting scarcity is about to filter through to your consciousness via your pocket.
Oh and to back up her tale here’s metro’s version of the story complete with garish web design.
Just one of a range of robot costumes that I didn’t get to wear last night.
