Back at work after two weeks in Poland, and to be honest I can’t stand it. Made that little bit worse as due to one of our rotas, three times this week I’ve been unable to go to lunch with any of my colleagues and friends (including missing Isabel’s last day in the office celebrations).

I get back home, and after witnessing a taxi driver t-bone a parked car I have to put up with all the incessant hooting that for some reason half of the imbeciles in the city think will clear the traffic jam in front of them. Immensely annoying.

So what do I do? Close the windows, turn on the air conditioning and open a can of Mahou. Then instead of steaming Gilles Peterson from BBC radio 1 I decide to stream the Grooverider.

Now Grooverider over the last couple of years has just annoyed me, shouting on the mic and ruining the music, but not this week. The man took me back on a journey playing some of the true classic of Drum & Bass from the last 10 years. And I’m not talking the classics that find their way onto every D&B classics CD, but the true classics. So far we’ve had tracks from LTJ Bukem, Doc Scott, Trace, Adam F, DJ Zinc and Goldie… Say no more. These were the tracks that were tearing up the place in clubs such as Blue Note. I didn’t think I’d ever say this, but those were the days. And how I miss my vinyl collection right now…

    Check Groove’s show but do it before Sat after which it will be gone for ever.

So here I am, listening to Omni Trio’s Renegade Snares, smiling away to myself, answering the Groove’s rhetorical questions, writing this blog entry and wondering what on earth all this stress was about. Time for another Mahou me thinks.

Tomorrow, I’ll be sure to take my MP3 player to work. Much like the sunshine, music makes me happy.