Repeaterbeater

[My bedroom "prison view" of the Castle.]

Edinburgh woke me up this morning with a cold n' misty kick to my muddled head, on a grey and murky Monday morning.

Weekend remnants; flat full of drunk people, dancing to Jacko's best-of hits, getting my hair cut listening to 50's tunes, a horror film with manatees, pints and honey-vodka, walking in the cemetery past midnight and cracking puzzles. Following my rule book of diversity. Not bad, not bad at all.

But I have more Mew to chew. It's short, old Frenger-style, which I'm beaming about.

I don't know if you're digging on Mew at all, they're not everybody's cup of brew, but I never regret listening. Maybe it's my weird against-the-odds-genes. Click Repeaterbeater.

[+ I can't help but love the title. Rhymes are so hot right now.]

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p.s. The piñata didn't survive the weekend. I was lucky to make it out alive.