I have discovered the perfect walking to work music and at the risk of sounding the kind of pretentious that is beyond beret wearing, beyond cheroot smoking and far far beyond Ulysees reading, I declare this soundtrack to be: Asa Chang and Jun Ray’s Tsu Gi Ne Pu. Toremoro uncannily matches a stroll from garden delight through urban latte to thriving metropolis with the sparest of bird chirp and the most stuccato of futuristic Japanese muttering. Flying neon street signs urging me to purchase square watermelons are about the only thing that could make me as self aware. Furthermore, I swear that we are all, every one of us,{ ! } a part of some socialist dream, happy workers marching in the morning sun, when walking down Martin Place with track four, Kaikyo, playing. It lends a gravitas to Martin Place that a giant TV beaming Olympic highlights cannot match

In other news I purchased the most bitchin’ book ever yesterday. I will post details and photos this evening. If you’re lucky.