My radiator

Do you want to read an anecdote about my radiator? If the answer is yes, read on, if the answer is no, please stop reading now. So, my radiator in my room is next to my bed. The weather in London has been arctic, the radiator control people seem to have acknowledged this and have chosen to turn the heat up to a dangerous level. For example, last night I rolled into aforementioned boiling hot radiator. I soon awoke to a third degree burn on my leg. Okay, I’m exaggerating, but it was hot enough to wake me up. It’s probably hot enough to cauterize wounds and sear off limbs. Be warned. How do I relate this to music? There’s a new Cursive record on the way, so it’s a good time to listen to old Cursive. The Radiator Hums:

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One Response to My radiator

  1. Andy February 4, 2009 at 11:01 pm #

    I encountered an even hotter one once – in Switzerland. I’d ridden all day in bright sunshine, then emerged from one of the alpine tunnels (St Bernadino? not sure) into heavy rain & travelling through the clouds. Stopped at some very cool café/pension with their home-made wine/own vines, totally soaked through, & left some leather gloves drying on a radiator while I ate & drank downstairs.

    After a bit, there was a commotion, & some Swiss army types came running to ask whose gloves were on fire…

    Lotsa smoke/steam, but the gloves were usable afterwards, so long as you possessed baby-sized hands; which I didn’t. Had to ride with ‘evening’ gloves purchased at some touristy Italian leather shop in a lakeside town the next day. I Got the flu – awww. Scenery was worth it tho’

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