Story for a summers day. At 3 oclock this afternoon I arrived in mini Chile. Chilito is a cafe with red plastic table cloths and chairs which stick to the backs of your legs. It is situated at the edge of park at the edge of a mountain. If you climb you up the mountain, past the forrest and river you reach a strange, deserted town that is full of big houses gaurded by big dogs. I'm almost certain when you reach that curious place you accidently travel back to the 70s.
Anyhow. At 3 oclock Kerstin and I ate ice lollies and thought how queer it was that such a calm and sunny place, surrounded by people walking cats and ferrets on leads should be blasting out Trance music. Later today this tune popped on, and I felt myself drift away to Holloway and Heath summers gone past...David Guetta listen and learn: