London Calling

As I was driving from Toronto to London (Ontario) I turned on the radio. As per my usual fashion, I flipped madly through the stations like someone with AAAADD (advanced adult audio attention deficit disorder).

I did manage to find some good rock n' roll radio stations, but for every one of them there was a corresponding country music station or a station playing poppy auto-tune shi....stuff.

The one song that resonated with me was London Calling by The Clash. It's a great song but it seemed so apropos since we were, in fact, being called to London. Wendy is giving a vocal masterclass at the University of Western Ontario today. I'm off to Stratford to visit a friend (note: last name not Bieber). Hopefully we'll both have a jolly good time, wot wot.

I wonder if there is any real connection between this London and that London. The river here is called the Thames....sounds vaguely familiar. I think that I might try driving through downtown at breakneck speeds in my Ford-Focus-Wagon-Aston-Martin-equivalent just to see if a bobby chases me down and gives me a right good clout with his billy club, wot wot.