Some friends came over for lunch yesterday, and the Grans came over for dinner. It was a good day spent mainly under the sun umbrella in the back garden.
Driving home from dropping the Grans at their homes after dinner I listened to an interview with Max Merritt on the radio. Curiously I had just been reading about Johnny Devlin (the New Zealand Elvis) and Max’s name had come up quite a bit. The presenter played a few Max tracks from the late 1950s. Some of them were pretty good, but Max’s voice improved quite a lot with time. In the late 50s I think Max was still a teenager, and he often sounded a bit flat, but by the time he had his big hit in 1976 – Slipping Away – his voice sounds good and strong.
The roads were mostly empty in the hour before midnight, and I got home at 11.45pm. Probably I should have stayed up but the house was dark and everyone was in bed so I didn’t. I got ready for bed, and turned off the light. I suppose I was pretty tired, because I was already half asleep when I heard fireworks and vaguely thought that it must be 2011.