A little while ago I had a debate with Jonathan Taylor within this blog about funeral music. I have no interest in music, I said, can think of nothing that would describe me or sum me up, want nothing. I prefer spoken words. Jonathan then had one of those moments of heady inspiration, the greatest attraction of this otherwise rather plodding blog and the reason why you all come to it, and suggested I have the shipping forecast. If you don’t know it, it’s on Radio 4 dead early in the morning at again shortly after midnight. It is meaningless to a landlubber but the words make their own music:
Low, Rockall, 987, deepening rapidly, expected Fair Isle 964 by 0700 tomorrow.
I have thought about Jonathan’s suggestion. I love it. I want the version above, read by the great Brian Perkins, please!
And while we’re in weekend mood, here’s the face of Christ on a Marmite lid.