Mea Culpa, mea culpa mea maxima culpa.
Gosh, that was a long break wasn’t it?
Contrary to popular belief, I haven’t been beamed up by aliens anally probulated and deposited soaked in craft beer in some Somerset field, nor have I run off to Lhasa to learn to learn the nose-flute – life just got in the way (two kids under 4, and moving house will do that …)
Hopefully, now things have calmed down a little, I can get back to bringing you some of the beats and breaks that’ve been new to my ears this week.
