Welcome to the new month.
It still stinks. The weekend has frankly been pants, I have made many genuine honest attempts to engage with the human race and actually socialize, they've all gone to crap, so I'm currently bouncing off the walls. I'd say I was a little edgy, but I don't think that's fair to say. Just a bit cross that things haven't worked and I'm still exiled to my own company. Used to believe I was a natural loner, now I see I was just believing my own propaganda.
Never mind anyway. Not a bad day in funville, a cushy one no less. A colleague from over the water came down, and I got to spend the day playing with the radiation toys, lots of very expensive kit for dealing with things the government say are really rather important. No names, no pack drill, nudge nudge wink wink say no more say no more. Which mainly involves doing not a great deal for a long while, then going back for tea, cake and medals. And today, there actually was cake... H had brought in a home made rum chocolate extravaganza to die for, and possibly of, as it weighed in at about nine hundred calories a bite. Hurrah for cake.
Strolled off to a pub for lunch... cooking was not the idea of the afternoon that appealed. Well, all day carvery seems to appeal to the folks around here. The Jug and Bottle was so crowded, the line for the carvery reached the whole length of the pub. Positively claustrophobic. No good at all, so I gave it up as a bad job and went to the Hainton instead. Still very busy, but at least you could breathe, duly got a pint an enormous plate of meat, and went off to stuff myself so I wouldn't need to eat for the rest of the day, wooo! Massive downloading binge this afternoon. Of all the bands in the world it was a Slade track I heard for the first time on Radio 2 a week or two back that I really, really like and had to find, which started the current splurge. Those that know me know that I can like my music introspective, this ticks the box, dates back from when I was three. Oooops....!
How does it feel runnin' around round round
How does it feel watchin' from upside down
'cos many years from now there will be new sensations
And new temptations
How does it feel
How does it feel right at the start
And how does it feel when you are thrown apart
'cos many years from now there will be new elations
And new frustrations
How does it feel?
Do you know know know what it's like to be searchin' in your own time
All your attempting experimenting all on the climb
Do you know know know what it's like to be searchin' and suddenly find
All your illusion, all your confusion all left behind
How does it feel turnin' away
And how does it feel facing another day
'cos many years from now there will be newer poisons
And new horizons
Do you know know know what it's like to be searchin' in your own time
All your attempting experimenting all on the climb
Do you know know know what it's like to be searchin' and suddenly find
All your illusion, all your confusion all left behind
'cos many years from now there will be new tomorrows
And still some sorrows
How does it feel?
Never mind anyway. Not a bad day in funville, a cushy one no less. A colleague from over the water came down, and I got to spend the day playing with the radiation toys, lots of very expensive kit for dealing with things the government say are really rather important. No names, no pack drill, nudge nudge wink wink say no more say no more. Which mainly involves doing not a great deal for a long while, then going back for tea, cake and medals. And today, there actually was cake... H had brought in a home made rum chocolate extravaganza to die for, and possibly of, as it weighed in at about nine hundred calories a bite. Hurrah for cake.
Strolled off to a pub for lunch... cooking was not the idea of the afternoon that appealed. Well, all day carvery seems to appeal to the folks around here. The Jug and Bottle was so crowded, the line for the carvery reached the whole length of the pub. Positively claustrophobic. No good at all, so I gave it up as a bad job and went to the Hainton instead. Still very busy, but at least you could breathe, duly got a pint an enormous plate of meat, and went off to stuff myself so I wouldn't need to eat for the rest of the day, wooo! Massive downloading binge this afternoon. Of all the bands in the world it was a Slade track I heard for the first time on Radio 2 a week or two back that I really, really like and had to find, which started the current splurge. Those that know me know that I can like my music introspective, this ticks the box, dates back from when I was three. Oooops....!
How does it feel runnin' around round round
How does it feel watchin' from upside down
'cos many years from now there will be new sensations
And new temptations
How does it feel
How does it feel right at the start
And how does it feel when you are thrown apart
'cos many years from now there will be new elations
And new frustrations
How does it feel?
Do you know know know what it's like to be searchin' in your own time
All your attempting experimenting all on the climb
Do you know know know what it's like to be searchin' and suddenly find
All your illusion, all your confusion all left behind
How does it feel turnin' away
And how does it feel facing another day
'cos many years from now there will be newer poisons
And new horizons
Do you know know know what it's like to be searchin' in your own time
All your attempting experimenting all on the climb
Do you know know know what it's like to be searchin' and suddenly find
All your illusion, all your confusion all left behind
'cos many years from now there will be new tomorrows
And still some sorrows
How does it feel?
posted by Fred the Singing Bandit at 11:48 pm
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