When I was a teenager I used to love creating mix tapes. What songs to include. Spent hours deciding what song should follow what song. Working out what the lyrics would mean to the mix tape receiver. Hidden meanings. Hidden feelings.

Time passes. Other things get in the way of music compilations. Work. Babies. And no tape recorder.

But I can’t blame my lack of mix tape making on the death of the cassette any more. And neither can you. Now you can buy a USB stick in the shape of cassette tape.

I received this one from my lovely friend Anthony.  What a nice person.

You can buy your blank mix tape from www.suck.uk.com.

Bigtop. Friday. 11am.

It’s Special Day.

Yum!

Daniel planted a seed. Watered it. Went inside and waited.

The next time he looked, this monster had grown.

If Graham Norton directed a remake of The Day of the Triffids, this would be his plant of choice.

If you’d like to get a closer look at Daniel’s tromboncino, just pop into the office.