w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

One for The Dictionary, there, Witchy?

Regular readers, yes, you three, will have noticed the transient beauty of Today's Lyric.

A bit like Liv Tyler, really. One day, someone's going to wake up next to her and think "Whatever did I see in this human sack of spuds?" Until then, jammy b@st@rd!

The inspiration for Today's Lyric always comes from whatever is on the minidisk for the day’s commute – so if the battery dies, or I just forget to insert a disk, there's no Lyric. It's a simple set-up and it works for me.

They generally last 24 hours, except for Friday’s, which hangs on ‘til Monday, as:
a) the weekends’ amusicalments are random; and
b) I can’t be ar5ed to blog, so no-one calls to read anyway.

Today's came from the dog-end disc of an A-Z suite I compiled for my 50th. The far end of the alphabet wasn't so difficult to populate as you'd think.

U2 made a guest appearance. I really don’t like them, but my buddy’s a big fan and it was going to be a background music thing. Ultravox turned up. Oh, Vienna was a long way from my mind, then. On my birthday, I was scuba-diving in Hawai’i. Just think of that. Fifty years old and hovering in paradise. Antler and brain coral for flora and these guys for the fauna..



(Sid) Vicious Did it his way, (Joe) Walsh’s Life was good so far, the Warm Jets were on the Never never, (Roger) Waters Knocked on Heaven’s door (but got no reply – there is no Heaven), (Paul) Weller was swirling around in a Whirlpool’s end, the Who Wouldn’t get fooled again (well, two of them won’t, anyway), (Robbie) Williams also made a guest appearance (and so generated Today’s Lyric), Wings flew in (Mrs.D. had tagged along – couldn’t you tell?) but had to run, X-Ray Spex failed to make it in time, the Yardbirds were singing For their love, (Frank) Zappa was eating a Peach en regalia, the Zombie’s were there, and ZZ Top Gave me all their loving’ (figuratively, of course). Delicious.

As transient as Today's Lyric was what was going to be today’s post.

In between the half-light of dawn, when you wake up needing to pee, but your brain does this miraculous mental calculation that it’s safe to go back to sleep without disgracing yourself and risking a trip to the launderette (who’s catch-phrase was "We don’t do duvets"?) and that electrifyingly shocking moment when the alarm signals the start of another day, I had today’s post content and, yea, even the title, firmly in mind.

But then, bu99er all. A complete blank.

This may be the last post in this template. The M.Eng Herself may be about to change the way I look. Forever. I may be cut up about it?

Hence, Blogotomy.