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So, there I sat in the Rowden White, calmly observing events I never thought possible. I went into the listening room. Sure enough, there were several joints lying on the floor where their owners had left them as they had fled on Day One of the plague. The temptation to light up was overwhelming. You can understand that I felt the need for a bit of relaxation and cheering up. But I didn’t light up. Two reasons: I needed to keep my wits about me – and I couldn’t find any matches. Bugger! “Oh well, at least I can play some music while I’m waiting,” I said to no-one. The library’s collection of vinyl was quite extensive – ‘your taxes at work’, folks. After a time considering my options, I rejected the obvious cheer-up choice of Monty Python’s record of “And Now for Something Completely Different’ and went with the then-new “Living in the Seventies” by Skyhooks. I figured out how to pipe the music through the public address system of the Gallery and turned it up loud, very loud. I observed only the briefest of pauses among those still boisterously feasting outside the gallery door. “Perhaps they prefer jazz,” I said to myself. “I’ll put on Wynton Marsalis next.” Yes, the whole scene had an air of unreality about it. But, after all, what was real in the world of the Zombie Apocalypse? Eventually, ‘Shirley’ Strachan, lead singer of Skyhooks (and then still in his ‘fairy’ phase) finished warbling about the ‘Lygon Street Limbo’ (“How loooow can you go, go, go?”). By then, the obscene consumption of my recently deceased fellow student had slackened and the undead throng had started to drift away. Meantime, the idea of putting on some cool (i.e. calming) jazz had grown on me. I couldn’t find any Wynton Marsalis in the library’s catalogue (how gross!) but thought that Miles’ Davis ‘Kind of Blue’ might do the trick.
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Ytho, yth esen owth esedha y’n Rowden White, ow mires yn koselek orth hwarvosow na gryssen nevra bos possybyl. Hag, yn sertan, yth esa lies sigarik kewargh a’ga gorwedh war an leur may fiens gesys gans aga ferghennow pan fisens dhiworth an pla dres Dydh Onan. Owth oversettya o an temptyans dhe vegi onan anedha. Ty a yll konvedhes bos edhomm dhymm a neb diskwithans ha neb cheryans. Byttegyns, ny wrugavy enowi onan yntredha. Dew acheson: res o dhymm gwitha ow skians vy – ha ny yllyn kavoes tanbrennyer vyth. Mollath Duw! “Wel, y hallav y’n lyha seni neb musyk ha my ow kortos,” yn-medhav – dhe dhenvyth. Kuntell plasennow an lyverva o efan – ‘agas tollow owth oberi’, a boblow. Wosa my dhe ombrederi a-dro dhe’m dewisow, my a skonyas an dewis apert rag ow cherya: “Ha lemmyn neppyth dihaval yn tien” gans Monty Python. My a wrug dewis “Bywa y’n blydhynyow 70” (ena flamm nowydh) gans Skyhooks. My a dhyskas dell veu pibys an musyk der system areth poblek an soler ha gul ughel nivel y son, pur ughel. My a notyas an berra powes yntra’n re esa ow kevywi yn trosus hwath yn-mes an soler. “Gwell yw gansa jazz, martesen,” a brederis vy. “An nessa, my a wra seni Wynton Marsalis.” Yn hwir, yth esa ethenn a avrealsys a-dro dhe’n wel ma. Byttegyns, wosa oll, pyth o gwir yn bys an Gordhroglamm Zombis? Wor’tiwedh, ‘Shirley’ Strachan, kenyas-ledyer Skyhooks (ena hwath yn y dro kethreydhel-fals) a worfennas y delori yn kever an ‘Limbo Stret Lygon’ (“Dhe by iselder a yllydh mos, mos, mos?”). Y’n tor’ na, dybrans lyk an studhyer, a- gynsow marow, re dhothya ha bos lentta – an bush anvarow re dhallathsa mos dhe-ves, an eyl wosa y gila. Ha henna ow kortos, y fia tevys an tybyans seni musyk moy ‘kool’ (henn yw leverel, gans moy a dhiskwithans ynno). Ny yllyn kavoes y’n venegva oberennow Wynton Marsalis (ass o henna euthyk!) mes my a grysi bos da lowr ‘Kinda Blue’ gans Miles Davis.