15.11.16 - Não inventa moda

Bom dia! 

What a week it's been, from the Trumpocalypse to Leonard Cohen shuffling off this mortal coil, to Facebook jumping the gun and declaring half its users DOA (the reports of my death are greatly exaggerated).   I believe Yoko Ono put it best: https://twitter.com/yokoono/status/797187458505080834

We're currently in the midst of a rainy four-day weekend (for everyone except me, obvs, although work has mercifully calmed down a bit), so have limited our activities to watching Planet Earth, and then narrating everything that goes on in the house in David Attenborough's voice ("the house cat has a busy schedule, running around like a loon every morning before sleeping for the next 20 hours", etc).  

We went to a housewarming BBQ all the way down in São Bernardo do Campo on Saturday, followed by a posh bar in the evening for what turned out to be a mass Tinder date, with Gaby and I as unwitting wingmen. We watched the São Paulo Grand Prix on Sunday which was almost called off because of the rain, but led to the rather touching sight of Felipe Massa (or "Doughy Phillip" in English) tearfully bidding farewell to his home crowd while draped in a Brazilian flag, having spun out of the race like a big idiot.

Elsewhere we've been planning our Christmas hols, making compilations-as-coping-mechanisms, reading David FW on David L, and plotting my return to the live music circuit later this week.  My phrase of the day is usually directed by parents to kids with ideas above their station, and roughly translates as "don't go inventing any fashion trends" (i.e. "don't even think about it", basically). 

Hope all well with you - speak soon, baboon!

Fred Leaves & the Dirty Ground