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and if the devil is six…
0More stepping back in time. I’m probably about to burst into a mid-life crisis, aren’t I?
Watched “Wargames” which rekindled my teenage love for Ally Sheedy and then the Pixies film “loudQUIETloud” which took me to a slightly later phase of teenage. My first illicit trips to “Pinky and Perky’s” nightclub in Dumfries, a place I wasn’t old or cool enough to be in. Going there was never about the booze. It was that handful of records they played every time, records you never heard anywhere else.
I was hooked from the first time I felt that nursery rhyme bass line, and That voice singing “and this I know, his teeth were white as snow”.
By the time the bombastic chorus started, I was in love and had no idea who with. For weeks, I was trying to find this mysterious record about “Jack heartay” eventually discovering the nightclub sound system had conned me and what i wanted was “Gigantic”. So gigantic it filled my head and never left.
To Work
0How did I deal with my morning panic about it nearly being the end of my holiday and not having done any of the stuff I planned to??
By watching “Lisa and the Devil”, a Tom Baker era Doctor Who, 2 epsiodes of Inspector Morse and doing all the puzzles in the Guardian, that’s how. A constructive day if ever I heard one.
Some Life
1Tonight, I sat glued to the re-union episode of “This Life”, catching up with imaginary lives of imaginary people I’ve missed for 10 years. There was a school of thought back then that it showed exactly how EVERYONE lived, darling, and they could have been talking about ME. Rubbish, of course but it did capture how it felt to be 20-something in the 90-somethings.
10 years ago, I was 25 and sitting glued to the original series with the love of my life, planning the rest of our life together. Only she never was the love of my life, or I hers. She realised it long before me but later than we should have. She was the love of a fantasy life which I was never destined to live.
Not that it would have been a bad life – one of domestication and mild ambition and moderate happiness – and I might even have managed to cope with it.
Just wouldn’t have been This Life.
And This Life is so, so much better.
All Is Quiet, On New Years Day
12007 ahoy, then. This year marks the halfway point of my three score years and ten, depressingly, so it may all be downhill from here. I keep having panicky thoughts about futility and death and unfinished business. Whooo, party time.
For once, I really feel like this will be a year of change. My mate has lost 4 stone in the last few months through little more than cutting down on booze and crap food, and that’s really motivated me to go for the same, although I’m setting a target of this time next year for the same amount of weigh. Giving up booze will be a challenge so I’m adding the caveat “except for big special occasions”. The Yoga classes were proving to be hard because of my lardiness so I’m going to re-start those as incentive to lay off the pasties.
I seem to be reading more and more self-help, “be all you can be books” lately and can’t quite decide why. My usual reaction to them is to sneer at the ambitious go-getters who take them seriously but I’m taking more interest. Maybe it’s a sign that I’m finally fed up with things that I know I COULD change. There’s not as much in my life these days that bothers me as there used to be but I’m realising how much I’m accepting or putting off.
One book I’ve kept toying with is David Allen “Getting Things Done”
And I have to do SOMETHING musical. I’ve been playing instruments of one sort or another for years but lately i’ve only played for myself and it’s about time I got out there or at least finished some things. My ever increaing stack of unfinished 4-bar ideas is growing and growing, stoked by my inner critic laughing at the idea someone like ME could do something creative. I have to force myself to the end of things.
Part of my reason for starting a blog is to force a regular burst of creativity, in the hope it’ll filter through to other things.
and cos..y’know..internet stuff is cool.