Goodbye Club Loz

Doesn't matter how much good stuff you fill a house with (and am talking memories and CDs here, basically), strip it of all of its furniture and it all appears very desolate and uncomfortable. My computer is basically the last thing to be packed away and here I sit, typing in an empty room, hearing the tic-tac-thud of my fingers on the keys, putting off the final dust, spray and yellow glove donning. For the next six weeks or so, we are TV and computer less, which means we are looking for other mental stimulations. Have already raided Dee's CD collection to listen to long-forgotten albums by Mudhoney, Mazzy Star, Iggy and the Ramones, whilst The Last Mughal by William Dalrymple is being thumbed when in the rare down-time when I'm not bopping to Brat On The Beat and Judy Is A Punk.