PICK-N-MIX

The meze food I made went down like a hooch in the isolation block. Even youngsters like it, cause you can pick-n-mix all you want. Like the candy sold by Karamellkungen, or iTunes. Make your own compilation and suddenly you feel like Ahmet Ertegun.

I remember the days when you couldn't do that, and you had to trust other guys to pick-n-mix for you. Most of them compilations belong in the gutter, but once in a while you found a stash of songs put together from sheer pleasure rather than target marketing movements and other capitalist things. Or whatever it's called when you're in it for the dough.

My friend Kalle found one of the good ones in the gutter when he was making one of his runs, and he left it on top of my stereo. I was thrilled to see what I haven't seen since I wore spiked hair and safety pins. "Definitivt 50 Spänn". I mean, c'mon everybody, you must remember?

Here's an old gem I trust you no one in East Enders have ever heard:

By the way, if you are ever in the East End and get massive cravings for Swedish "lösgodis", go to Blockbusters on Mile End road. If that doesn't work out for you go to the Genesis cinema down the block. They've also got cheap viewings sometimes early in the week I think, but I wouldn't really know 'cause I don't go to the movies very often.