Hold on to your songs

Hold on to your Songs

Words of wisdom from the contained and the contrite.
The magic pull of garden centres does not last long.
Wine and cigarettes are an unhealthy combination.
Take a twist and you may bust, or win.
Sleeping in movie theatres is never good.
Watering down glue to spread it further.
Lottery tickets burning in a fire.
Noodles, poor men's or other wise.

Pasta, chicken, pasta, mushrooms, pasta, cheese, pasta, onions.
A rain torn sky hiding the brightest star.
Red sails in the sunset.
Hot chocolate cake melting behind the microwave door.
The North Pole is the warmest place in the world.
What happens when the ink finally runs out?
I don’t much feel like dancing.
Capturing fallen leaves in a frame so they survive the winter.
Time for reflection.
Pondering the angst and problems of a chosen level of anominity.
The white space that collides with the grey matter.
You can manage knowledge and you can’t knowledge manage, or can you?
Podcasts are catching on but maturity takes time.
Writing a critical review then leaving in a spelling mistake.
Deciding what half of my brain to use today.
The quick, the dead and the pedestrian.
Hearing about odd exploits in Saudi Arabia.
Is it possible to overdo the salad part of the meal?
Daydreaming in the classroom and then waking up.
Fairytales revised and doing the revision.

6th November

Fish oil and false tears.
Justifying the great Christmas spend.
Long emails and replies.
A strange story from the west.
Toasting cheese and ham but in opposite ways.
Not hitting the bottle.
Deciding that inspiration comes from the oddest places sometimes.
An early breakfast and then back to bed.
Not topping up the windscreen water fluid.
Eating 27 grapes and 2 bananas.
Having a telephone conversation with a tailor in Eastbourne about a tuxedo.
Laughing at photos on the web.
Letting someone borrow a DVD.
An un-ironed shirt.
Practising some songs and forgetting the chords.
Dipping your finger in warm Dettol.
Watching Reporting Scotland.
Ripping one of our own CDs back into mp3 files.
Thinking about yesterday’s football match in Kirkliston.
The cat climbing into the wine rack.
Not getting a letter from my solicitor.
Ice cream and maple syrup.
Telling somebody to put their Pot Noodle into the microwave.
Francis Vincent Zappa.
Feeling a bit panicked and mildly shocked.
The Royal Tenenbaums.
The natural history of Wiltshire.
A good cat comes in at 22:13.
A serious chat about the next few months.
Deciding to go to Henley on Thames and making the arrangements.
Talking to people who are the same age as I am.
Having a strange dream about Wales or something.
Discussing the BBC’s attraction to Gaelic programming.
People queuing up to go register with the dentist.
Text messages.
Thinking that a really good time is just up ahead.
Applying for a job.
Not reviewing anything on Garageband.
Trying to think of a witty remark built around a Scottish soap title.
Johnny Beattie’s 80th birthday party attended by various celebs.
Looking at the wedding page in the Courier.
Channel 4 News Republican v Democrat coverage: Priceless.
Singing.
Trying not to gloat over the misery of others.
Avoiding shops of any kind all day.
Thinking about ghosts.