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Posts archive for: October, 2007
  • Does anybody really know what time it is ?

    The sun is trying to shine through a thick, once white, linen curtain, onto a river that has taken on all the attributes and the appearance of a freshly surfaced motorway upon which a few swans and seagulls appear to have stuck themselves. Roll on winter when at least there is a chance of clear blue skies and sunlight.

    One blogger mentioned woman which pressed the button on a lot of memories I have of relationships with the opposite sex.

    Too many to write about at the moment as I have to work this evening and still haven't eaten, but I do have time to mention one rejection, summed up in her unforgettable one liner. "It's not me it's you."

    I thanked her profusely for clearing up any confusion I had about why things were'nt working out..

  • Just trying out options.

    Just trying out the different options - sorry but i know its a mess but at least I'll know next time.
     
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  • Top Ten All Time Greatest Hits

    Streets with no name - U2
    Belfast, winters night, an invitation back to a girlfriends house ending with her plugging in a video recording of U2 singing on the streets of Las Vegas. Dark room, bright eyes, blurred into a passionate night spent under her goose down duvet. I never ever wanted to leave that bed.

    Your Song - Elton John
    I lived in America at the time and thought Elton John was an American. I just remember thinking how clever he was to write a song that surely everyone would wish they'd written and could present to the one they loved. I use to imagine serenading my girlfriend with it but never plucked up the courage. Besides I couldn't/can't sing!

    My Sweet Lord - George Harrison
    Snipping grapefruits was the only way we could earn our keep back then. At least our transport to the orchards had a radio. Every day without fail it would broadcast the above mentioned song, morphing our flat bed truck into a chapel filled with Memphis gospel sounds. It summed up my time spent in Israel so completely. Still does.

    Chasing cars - Snow Patrol
    There comes a time when you have to stand back from your children and let them deal with the twists and turns that life presents, but remain there to dust them off, stand them up and send them out again whenever a punch has landed.

    The first time I heard this was when my son played it, over and over again.

    I later learned he had split up from his first girlfriend.

    To me this will always be a song about growing up.

    Over my shoulder - Mike and the Mechanics
    I worked every hour that god sent, for little pay, determined to make my decision to move back to England a successful one.

    Once settled I did look back at where I'd been. This song captures and will always capture that moment.

    Bitter Sweet symphony - The Verve
    Intellectually challenged she had an unconscious innocence I found beguiling.

    The daughter of a friend she played this for me, singing along as if it were her own.To me it always will be because she'd been the first person to introduce me to it.

    Mr Brightside - The Killers
    One of those moments when my son forgot to rebell against me.

    When a song and an album can reunite two generations then it is priceless in my book. Other lyrics from the album such as "Save some face, you know you've only got one" and "Change your ways, while you'r e young" built a bridge back to where we'd been before hormones wreaked their havoc.

    Hotel California - The Eagles
    A hot barmy night in Norway, curtains billowing into a room still trying to rid itself of last nights tobacco and beer - vinyl sparked lyrics off from spinning tops of drama. Definitley a case of right time right place, that single moment ensuring it would be remembered long after I've forgotten what my name is.

    I saw them in concert last year, their performance showering even more pearls into a jewel box already stuffed with diamonds from their past.

    Like a Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan
    Home from Gloucestershire where I'd been on holiday with a friend, this gem burst onto the scene. The past behind me, an uncertain future ahead, I adopted this as my anthem, taking time to learn every twist of its imaginative lyrics.

    Even now, when I fall from the horse, this always manages to get me back in the saddle again.

    American Pie - Don McLean
    Florida, National Discount Carpet, me in the throws of trying to sell a roll of shag pile, this crackles through muffled speakers and captures me forever. Still Magical!

    My Love My Life - Abba
    "I know I don't posess you, good by my love god bless you" summed it all up at the time, unrequited love, a genuine belief that things would never be the same again, captured in a song by a group at the pinnacle of an unlikely career.

    I played it endlessly at the "Chimpanzen Club" and it never failed to fill the dance floor. But then again nothing from their "Arrival" album ever did.

    So what's your top ten?

  • Belfast Trip

    Vibrant is the only word I can use to describe my two day visit to Belfast. The place simply buzzed with activity and on an afternoon when an autumn sun shone long shot over a reborn city - it made me feel like I'd been missing out on life since the last time I had been there.

    There are many ways to get around the city but I chose to take a bus - the bus guide displaying ample amounts of Belfast humour as we made our way down roads which once had been the subject of so much news footage (Shankhill and Falls) - her jokes taking the sting out of sensitive issues and thereby sentencing them, we'd hoped,to history forever. (Surely nobody could joke about "The troubles" unless they felt certain they were well behind them).

    She really didn't have any cause to emphasise the fact though as it was apparent to all who rode the bright red double decker that this was indeed the case - every street it turned down packed with well dressed pedestrians availing of every possible facility - and no doubt looking forward to those soon to open up all around them.

    Once off the bus, impregnated with her dark and cheeky humour I especially enjoyed walking around the Waterfront Festival Hall and up towards the University area - a mix of old historic and ultra modern buildings, burgeoning nightlife and revellers streaming into the tiniest of "craic ninety" places.

    I could have walked for hours, and indeed did, soaking up an atmosphere that can only be described as the feeling you get when you're rested, well fed, had a couple of favourite tipples, and are now on your way to meet a new lover who thinks you're the sexiest thing she's ever met - reignited senses of wonderment doing more for my state of mind than any plastic surgeon or alternative therapist could ever do.

    And almost any walk could lift you there - City Hall down to Victoria Avenue, a left turn down to the Albert Clock and Customs House (mind the street fountains), a right turn up past the Big Fish, The Waterfront and on to St Georges Market - a right turn up Great Victoria Avenue, past the Europa Hotel (Most bombed) and Opera House - on to Laverys (A thousand pints of Guinness poured on each and every night) - then up along Shaftesbury Avenue to the Queens Film Theatre (Currently showing John Wayne Movies) for a freshly brewed coffee, before heading onto Queens University for a gaze at its decorative facade.

    Yes Its all there, shopping, culture, music and historic walks - a hundred different restaurants serving food you'd really die for - and needless to say I'll be back there again before Christmas - dying to see what she'll look like when dressed up in all her colours.

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