w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:
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"You - Lynyrd Skynyrd hat and me - little kitty
Sat across with the velvet jacket, wild orange hair and dark, dark eyes
I galked like a 12 year old smitten
Carla the stripper straight from LA
You seem cool for a naked chick in a booth
Let's be pals someday
In other words, put some clothes on and call me."

The Presidents of the USA: "Stranger"
From the album: "The Presidents of the USA"

We've been together for what, over twenty years?

Not seeing each other every day, of course, but on the high days and holidays - when we did - they were always good.

Even though you were always cool at first, as the day went on, you'd thaw out and we'd always end up having a great time.

Often I'd be fishing, while you stayed in the shade, waiting for me to get hungry. Then we'd share a sandwich or a roll. Egg with curry powder was always my favourite. A sort of premature Coronation chicken?

You were never much of a one for hot drinks, so it was usually just a bottle of water - sometimes maybe a beer. And sometimes a frozen bottle of squash, which would defrost during the hot day so that there'd be a cold drink while we were out.

And now you're going overseas, so we'll probably never see each other again?

Don't be a stranger. You know where we live...

(Number One Son is going to the Isle of Wight festival and taking the family cool-box. I don't expect it'll make it back!)

Labels: Griefage