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Some people, however long their experience or strong their intellect, are temperamentally incapable of reaching firm decisions.


The morning sun warms DHHS HQ on the corner of Davey and Murray, May 2010.

In a few week's time, DHHS will be in receipt of a far brighter ray of sunshine, if you catch my drift...

It's time for this week's Sunday Top Five, The Top Five Most Played Tracks On My PC Since August 2005 (According To My Last FM Profile)

  1. The Spencer Davis Group: Gimme Some Lovin'


  2. Plastic Bertrand: Ca Plane Pour Moi


  3. Marah: Eventually Rock


  4. The Ronnettes: Be My Baby


  5. Pavement: Zurich is Stained

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JeffScape said…
At this point, I'd be happy to make any sort of decision... firm or not. Hah.
13 June 2010 at 13:40
smudgeon said…
I didn't think number 10 was being knocked down until next year...
13 June 2010 at 14:34
Kris McCracken said…
Jeff, toss a coin!

Me, poor Grand Old Dame...
16 June 2010 at 19:30
Nathalie said…
Plastic Bertrand's ça plane pour moi? Now that's a surprise ! :-)))

(haven't heard it in years)
17 June 2010 at 16:17
Kris McCracken said…
We're all Plastic Bertrand fans in this house.
17 June 2010 at 19:29
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