w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

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"So what the hell you're doing here
Filling the space between my ears
Why don't you all just disappear
With all your friends just way too dear
You are foaming at the mouth
You are mad without a doubt
Cos I'm really freaking out."

Graham Coxon: "Freakin' out"
From the album: "Happiness in magazines"

So in this health and safety conscious, nanny-state controlled world of ours, should there be (or is there already?) a little country where anyone can go and basically do whatever they wanted, as long as it didn't harm or interfere with anyone else?

So if you wanted to hurtle around on a motorbike without a crash-helmet, or bungee jump without a safety net, there'd be no-one to 'warn you off'

If you broke a leg and died in agony, tough luck.

If you contracted an illness and were too sick to get up to eat or drink, tough luck.

That sort of thing.

Anyway, enjoy your weekends, y'all.

Labels: Ramblings

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"Farewell all my family, don't you know I mean you so well
Please appreciate I must make a break just to see what I can do
The stage is set, so understand I can't hide in the wings no more
I've got to go now it's no use me staying home?"

Rod Stewart: "Farewell"
From the album: "Handbags and gladrags"

#1 Half day in S6 yesterday to seal the impending end of Phase I of the project that's dominated my work-schedule for the past eight months. I'll (almost) be sorry to see it go.
#2 No (recollectable) dreams from last night?
#3 The old boiler, a storm-busted chiminea, defunct hover mower and plastic fencing that've been clogging the side entrance of our home, awaiting the re-opening of the Amenity Tip, had all miraculously disappeared when we got back from work yesterday evening? There is an Old Boiler Fairy? Fecker must've weighed three hundredweight, minimum. The wall breathed a sigh of relief when it came off its hinges!
#4 I know it's been a 'short' week, but where's my Friday bacon sarnies, colleague?

Enjoy your weekends, y'all.

Labels: Ramblings

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"Squeeze me baby, till the juice runs down my leg,
Squeeze me baby, till the juice runs down my leg,
The way you squeeze my lemon,
I..I'm gonna fall right out of bed."

Led Zeppelin: "The Lemon Song"
From the album: "Led Zeppelin II"

I don't know actually how an iPod on 'Shuffle' actually selects the track to play? Maybe there's some digital pointer which spins like a demented compass needle and says "Right, matey, you're next!"

Last night, I migrated the last of the Led Zep tracks from the original vinyl, and when I was cleaning up The Lemon Song (see above) I remembered how, as a callow fifteen year old, I was only prompted to listen to the lyrics of the imaginatively-titled Led Zeppelin II by my Mum saying "Ooh, that's a bit saucy, isn't it?"

So I smiled wistfully as it played back a second time, eliminating the crackles and clicks before being digitally committed to memory.

And then, on the commute in this morning, I was thinking that was a blogworthy memory, when bu99er me, the very track popped into the earphones. One track out of 3381 on the iPod?

Spooky...

Labels: Musicology, Ramblings

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"You gotta drag yourself to work
Drug yourself to sleep
You're dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week."

The Clash: "All the young punks (New boots and contracts)"
From the album: "Give 'em enough rope"

I get 26 days for annual holidays. So, taking out Bank holidays and weekends, that means I work about 231 days each year.

Which means at least 462 commutes (excluding the odd, onward diversion to S6).

And at 45 minutes (average) per commute, I therefore spend a minimum of 20790 minutes in railway carriages.

Which equates to 14.44 days.

That doesn't seem right?

That doesn't seem long enough, compared to how long it feels like.

Labels: Ramblings