Spooky. I was riding the 73 bus to Islington at lunchtime (to collect some digital pics from the printers to decorate our newly painted hall), sitting upstairs, gazing out of the window with my MP3 player on random mode. Last week at the school reunion thingy I was forced to dance by an old sweetheart to Shack Up by A Certain Ratio. We stayed on the dance floor because Coup by 23 Skidoo came on next and I was a bit tiddly by then so didn’t mind everyone seeing that my spakka dancing had not improved over the years. Anyway, today on the bus my player randomly chose to play Shack Up while we inched down Oxford Street. This was spookily followed by Uptown Top Ranking by Althea and Donna (also played last week at the ‘do’ though I was at the buffet table by then). Now for the really spooky bit; Coup was the next song chosen from over 4000 tracks! Now, I know some folk will have their theories about probabilities and how this selection was not bizarre at all but I find it a little bit scary that space, time, machinery and memory can all conspire to make certain moments of ones day mysterious and magical.
Off to drink the Oddverses under the table now.