The school across the road from me had its annual fete yesterday, and there's still some kind of weird drumming going on. I don't know whether it has anything to do with yesterday's celebrations, or whether it's a tribal thing among the students. I don't want to investigate further in case I find ritual sacrifice in the heart of our leafy suburb. Again.
It's not disturbing me too much. I have McCoy Tyner bashing away in the corner. Not literally him, you understand, but a CD. He was busy. (By the way, if you ever get a chance to hear McCoy Tyner live, you should go - best gig I've ever been to.)