I’m sat here listening to “Beatles Radio”, never knew it existed. Got a pint of cider in my hand, had a cracking curry, with all the trimmings, for dinner and well I’m feeling fab( just like the famous four ). All in all it’s been a smashing day. So I’m feeling very contented, smug, self centred and so on, can it get any better? YES!! No cycle today, no pedalling for a week in fact.
” I am the Walrus” ringing in my years now, and yes, I know all the words, they don’t write lyrics like what they did then?? Touch of Ernie Wise’s play writing skills there. Maybe I’m living in the past. Why do I enjoy all the old reruns on TV? Perhaps it’s an age thing, 60 plus, an old fart, girls seem to look past you, as if you’re invisible? Though I, certainly do, notice them. Yet I seem so, so ….., when I look at myself in the mirror. Of course I’m only seeing what I saw many years ago, do we all see ourselves that way? Air brushing what our eyes see with polished images of the past.
I suppose it’s the same for every generation, (what did they do before mirrors?), except now we’re all bombarded with the be and end all that is youth, youthfulness, to be young looking. Is that why I ride my bike? NO!!
Why haven’t I ridden for almost a week now? Because, I’m scared of icy roads( that was one day ), I’m lazy(everyday), it’s been raining(three days), very dark(again everyday), no incentive(been off work seven days), not to forget it’s almost Christmas, and her indoors expects and deserves my help in preparing for it(only 9 shopping days left). Boy have I missed my pedalling.
Sorry if I’m sounding a bit maudling, I think I’ve been overwhelmed by my ordinariness, Beatles playing, belly full of curry, typing rubbish on my blog, thinking about riding my bike, that pint of cider almost gone now……….Nirvana? Close maybe ….
Oops, stepped up a gear, “Pleas don’t wear red tonight”, B side of the second Fab Four single I ever bought. I definitely can’t get any better than this. But no, brought back down to earth with a jolt now, as Macca sings one of his dodgy solo efforts. Still Nirvana can’t be too far from this moment in time, a couple of moments ago, maybe.
That’s loads better, “If the rain comes”, I only need ”And my bird can sing”, and I’ll be ready for bed.
Cheers everybody, everywhere, “All you need is love”
