gone

so yesterday went by in a blur of bus, train, haircut; train, bus, housework; bus, train, social thingy; train, bus home, cook, clean, entertain. Loved it. Apart from the bit right at the beginning where I put my sacro iliac out.
Pineapple Thief on the iPod as the sun came up was pure magic though. Yes, I remembered it for once.

 Sometimes this country resembles a gigantic building site. Actually, it's not sometimes, it's all the time. And with this rain it makes you feel like we are piling buildings up higher and higher to no effect. Cycling, for all that I pretend it's like a free dermabrasion facial... no. It's more like a slap in the face; I quite enjoy it most days as I know I am alive, but somehow a prolonged wet period shuts the world down. Horizons are lowered, the sky seems closer too. A swollen bruise glowering over us, like mental blinkers disabling our facility to see beyond the next puddle. People frown and mutter, siege mentality takes over; I even hear myself repeatedly saying 'never mind, it's a good day to stay in with a cheesy film or a crap book and stuff your face with comfort food'.. Like I would ever do that myself. Oh I am tempted, don't misunderstand; but somehow the opportunity never quite arrives. If my back is not better tomorrow, maybe I should try it for once.

My angry incomprehension today is focussed on the Melkweg who are having a Punk Festival called Rebellion... with the UK Subs and Cockney Rejects among others... when I have stopped laughing I will write something.