| Early June 99 ...one morning:
...there’s a bomb or something at
Charing Cross. I knew that me managing to set off for work early for once was too good to
be true. Bomb scares are yer everyday occurence nowadays... Never mind, right now I am in
the top percentage of happiest people and appreciative of having a great life. Currently
have good health, excellent family/ friends scene, am at peace and contentment. At the
moment I'm trying to add "my life is organised" to the list of good things hence
the effort not to be late.
Things go through my head as the train stands
still on the track...
...I bet
politicians are happy to hear that "apathy is in the lead", as it says in the
paper with regards to the United States of Europe. Haven't we been in Europe for millions
of years anyway? We did it in geography lessons.
If the people are apathetic about how they will be ruled then the so-called rulers
can have a field day. A new law is passed every day...
Feeder’s first T.O.T.P. tonight, I hope
there’s not a bomb scare on the way home or I'll miss them. Dunno how to set the
video... durr!
...Now I’m on the Central Line. Central
Line my arse. More like the Central Heating Line. Sure enough, one poor girl has already
fainted and lies, face down, on the platform of Bank Station as the sweating staff try to
revive her. Although claustrophobic, I don’t suffer too badly on the tube as
I’ve found a pocket of space among the inhumanly squashed carcasses hanging off the
handles which are so high that even at 5’7" my arm was aching. That’s wear
I read over somebody’s shoulder that "Apathy Lost Us Seats Say The Labour
Party". I couldn’t see whether it was the (Animal-Farm) New Labour Party’s
apathy towards the public or the uninformed public’s apathy towards the European
elections that the story referred to...
another evening:-
...Oh what a brill night. Took me Mum to see this band I love, and she had no idea
what they were about and watched them from the back of the hall and loved them so much
that by the end of the night chicken drumsticks were exchanged between band and mother.
The better-beater hip-pop Beta Band were bonkers-brill and Wolvo was the place to see
it. They came on stage while I was in the bar and started the too beautiful
"It’s Not Too Beautiful" - the cans of lager I was getting had to wait
because I just had to dance. I got near the front of the largely indie crowd. Some were
dancine, most were standing gob smacked, watching and listening intently, then clapping
and cheering like hell. "The Hard One" sent us all to heaven...
I’ve not been disappointed by a Beta Band show yet.
After, we all went to the Spar round the
corner of the hotel for hot food. Mark, the tour manager had given the band a couple of
hours at the bar of the hotel we were at for the night before the coach set off for the
next show, so a bit of local Wolvo cuisine was called for.
Spar har har.... The selection of hot food
tonight was so laughable that you’d think the counter staff must have a wild sense of
humour. The "food" looked like some kind of ancient Egyptian museum display.
Amongst the mutated brown shapes under the
heatlamp, was a beige circle with a crispy brown rim. Inside the beige circle was a deep
mustard coloured circle. Unbelievably this brown and mustard coloured plastic looking
thing was a slice of boiled egg on the "brunch pasty". Heat-lamped to death! I
laughed out loud.
The man behind the counter had the most
serious face I had ever seen. I wanted him to smile too, as this was surely some kind of
comedy sketch. I asked him if he wanted to hear a joke but he said he wasn’t
interested in jokes.
I had enough alcohol in me by now to try and
make him smile anyway, and asked him what you call a man with a 1" penis?
...Justin!
He glowered at the joke but most of the band
liked it (John got it by the time we got back to the hotel five minutes later and liked it
then).
A few hours of happiness later, me and Mummy
were still giggling cos we had a nice cosy hotel bed to sleep in the with the window wide
open. We both love a good night out...
Modern life is rubbish. I will never be early
for anything. I am extremely happy (being "sad"!). My Mum rocks and so do the
bands I’ve seen. Wolvo cuisine may not famed world wide but Slade are! A few days in
June busy laughing, and it’s not even half way through the month! |
