*Cue Theremin*

As we all know I get mail about two or three times a month lately - just often enough that I've just managed to get my two Netflix movies. I asked the man beneath me if he'd mind getting it, and he said he would. I said At least three times a month, and he said, I'll get it three times a week. I gave him my key.

*Mail comes!*

I twiddle my thumbs.

After a couple of weeks my landlord comes and I ask him to get it. He does, and leaves it unlocked.

*Mail! w00t!*

OK, so NYers and xmas cards and bank statements and junkmail, basically. I don't read NYers in any order or even one at a time, so I was just in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea and reading the 13th Dec issue and lo and behold, in the letters, there's a reference to Ogden's Nut Gone Flake by the Small Faces. I bought that album in 1968 and I can guarantee you I've seen no reference to it in forty years. When I referred to it in this blog on 15 December I hadn't seen the New Yorker reference. It's like an Ogden's Nut Gone Flake jamboree! Not really synchronicity perhaps - or perhaps it is. Maybe it's like the discovery recently that students who studied AFTER an exam scored higher than those who didn't study afterwards.