Bumblebee has been (re)discovering my box of 45 singles from the 1980s: Adam Ant, The Dugites, Gary Numan, Culture Club, Belle Stars, Lena Lovich and many very daggy others. He especially likes the sound that the needle makes when it hits the vinyl, and is learning, from my distant squawks, to refine his technique.
He then discovered what Michael Jackson's Thriller album sounds like on 45: he joyously calls it 'Teh Evil Chipmunks', and laughs wickedly himself at Evil Chipmunk Vincent's chipmunky evil laugh at the end. Ah, youth isn't wasted on this young one.
We're off to the Blue Mountains today, to warm Dr Sista Outlaw's house tomorrow night. Have a good one yourself.