… stresses and emotions of the weekend I’ve had something of a very quiet day today recovering from it all.
In fact, last night I was i bed by 22:00 feeling totally exhausted but even so, I couldn’t sleep for ages. And when I eventually went off to sleep I awoke quite early – at about 06:40 to be precise.
Nevertheless I tried my best to go back to sleep but it didn’t work and I finally gave it up and left my bed at 08:40 to tackle whatever the day might bring me.
First off, I had to go to the shop down the hill for food supplies. I wasn’t feeling anything like it but they weren’t the usual health problems. In fact, I’m still even now not recovered from the emotional impact of what happened at the weekend.
If it’s anything like what happened to me after the end of those missing three days on the THE GOOD SHIP VE … errr … OCEAN ENDEAVOUR I’ll be like this for quite a while.
On my way down to Delhaize I had a look up the Weldadigheidsstraat.
Last time we were looking up there, there was a rather large crane in the street, and it’s still there this time too. There must be a great deal of work going on down there.
At Delhaize I stocked up with the food that I need for the next few days and a bottle of wine for the manager here after his help with those refugees last time I was here, and then I staggered back here in the heat.
Having had breakfast and washed my clothes from the weekend I had a listen to the dictaphone to see where I’d been during the night. And I’d travelled some distance too. A boy with whom I was quite friendly at school appeared in this. There were a few of us who had put an advert in a paper for a drummer. He contacted us. I wasn’t sure that he realised who I was at first. He was saying that since his Grammar School days he’d put on 16 stone in weight playing the drums. he and his son made a right pair of big people. he was determined to lose all this excess weight as much as he could as quick as he could. We started having a talk about forming a new group, the 4 of us, 2 guitarists, a keyboard player and me, bassist, and a few other people who turned up to see about having a decent line-up.
And then I can’t remember who I was with now but it was the north of Scotland in the middle of winter. Minus 16°C outside and minus 3°C inside the car. We’d been to where we’d had to go to and turned round on our way back. There was a discussion between the 2 of us about the trip because he said that I’d picked the longest way back from where we were to Glasgow which according to his route plan was 9 hours and something. I said that we’d done it in 6 hours to reach here and the weather hadn’t deteriorated all that much so I don’t think that it would take us any longer. We drove back and were just passing through some kind of big city when I suddenly noticed a sign so I yelled “stop! Stop! Do a U-turn! Quick!”. He did a U-turn quickly and I had him turn left. We ended up at a fish and chip shop right by Partick Thistle’s football ground. We piled out and went into this chip shop to go to fetch something to eat. The woman in charge said that she would give a portion of chips to everyone who ordered anything so my friend asked “even if you jut ordered chips?”. She replied “yes, you can have chips and chips if you want”. I was going to have chips but I had a look and couldn’t see what else I could have with my chips. Then I suddenly remembered the dream that I’d had about having a bridie and remembering a dream when I’m in the middle of another dream is pretty impressive stuff, isn’t it?. I thought to myself that this is the opportunity for me to have a bridie but of course being a vegan I didn’t really want one. I was trying to debate with myself what I could have to go with my chips to make a nice meal
Last night I was also running a petrol station on Nantwich Road in Crewe, the one that used to be Alan Pond’s. It was open from 07:00 until 02:00 and I’d be there from midnight to 09:00 getting everything ready. TOTGA was there as well. She was talking about her childhood – she was only young – and her mother etc. I can’t remember a great deal of what was happening there.
Then finally I was in North America somewhere in a big city, in a poor quarter where there was a big open air market with vegetables, fruit etc. Something happened and there was a riot. This went on for quite a while. The police and military were called in to control it. Someone was about to throw a molotov cocktail when he was hit by a rubber bullet so the molotov cocktail broke, the petrol went all over him and set him alight. This caused things to become completely out-of-hand. In the end everything was calmed down. I was back a couple of years later. The market was all clean and modernised. There was much more choice, more stuff available and looked a lot better. They were saying that all these new vegetables had come onto the market and changed the way of life of the people who were living there. Someone was giving a speech about this. He was reminding them not to hesitate to rebel if everything wasn’t going their way in the future because it was the only way that they could get things to work better for them. There was some old woman giving a speech about the weapons that they had used when they were rebelling against the Government 70 years ago and so on.
The rest of the day I’ve spent doing one of two things – either sorting out music for the next series of radio programmes or else falling asleep on the sofa. And twice so far I’ve dropped the laptop on the floor when I’ve finally been overwhelmed.
Regrettably, I’ve not finished sorting out the music either. It’s taken me much longer than it usually does, for some rather obvious reasons as I have already explained.
Tea was a burger with pasta and tomato sauce, and now I’m writing up my notes ready for going to bed.
And there’s ANOTHER SONG going round in my head – another one off my acoustic playlist like the one yesterday.
“I’ll trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday to be holding that young body next to mine”.
Yes, wouldn’t I just?
