Surreal moment of today:

Walking through the town with first-born after the regular Saturday morning swimming session. A brass band made up of the local boy scouts are on the bandstand.

They're playing elements from Jean Michel Jarre's Oxygene

With groaning trumpets, squeaking trombones, and somebody playing a seriously out-of-tune xylophone.

Surreal. Very surreal.

First-born, of course, loved it. Seeing a 7 year old attempting to dance to such a cachophony just added to the experience.

I'm going to have buy a video camera, aren't I?