Aprosexic - Old age should burn and rave at close of day

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Relative matters

Today's lyric:
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"She left her European town
Before she let the family down
She couldn't stand the massacre game
So she dyed her hair, adopted another name
With the evidence of passing out
Stamped on her hand; she glows in the dark
He thinks she's from another planet."

Elvis Costello: "Sulky Girl"
From the album: "Brutal Youth"

Moody stuff

My only uncle is to be buried tomorrow.

There was always a suggestion of 'bad blood' between him and Pa, and so as families we were never as close - as kids - as we were with my Aunt's two daughters?

Logistics mean I cannot get to the funeral, so Bruv is doing the honours transport-wise for the old man, to the cemetary, wake and back.

Bit of a sombre subject for the first post for a few days, but it's been 'kin busy round these parts of late.

T'ings will improve.

Labels: Funerage