Have you ever noticed how far a single drop of blood spreads?
Maybe you’ve accidentally scratched yourself or cut yourself shaving, but the blood doesn’t easily stop and the vivid colour permeates everything it touches.
Why is it that when you cut yourself shaving, it’s always when you’re in a hurry?
Or do you cut yourself shaving because you are in a hurry and not being as careful as you normally would?
The worst part is that it won’t stop and as you get dressed, a piece of loo-paper stuck to your chin, it drops off and a drop of blood hits your white or blue work shirt spreading through the material and spoiling your look just before you leave the house.
That’s trivial. So you can imagine what it’s like when someone has a major trauma injury, the red stuff oozing or gushing from their wound all over your brand new flooring.
You’d think that they would have been more careful.
But was it really their fault?
Are you sure?
I have my story and I’m sticking to it.
I looked at her lying there unconscious, blood seeping from her head, running down the kitchen unit and already creating a small but growing puddle on my new flooring.
I assessed the situation in an instant, there was no way that this would clean up with Mister Muscle. Continue reading “Wolf – Blood?”
It didn’t take much, it was the smallest of small things, or so I thought at the time, but then she was gone.
Was it me?
Was my understanding so different to hers that what I perceived as trivial, she perceived as a sacking offence?
A straight red-card, sent off the field of play for ungentlemanly conduct without as much as a goodnight kiss.
I thought about it later, obviously not that night as I was drunk at the time, chatting to someone on the last train home and driving up the short journey from the station because the normal laws that apply to everyone else don’t apply to me.
Does that offend you?
Do you think I’m some sort of arrogant psycho? Continue reading “Wolf – Red Card?”
U2 are a colossal band, humoungously large and presumably wealthy.
I went to see them last year with my bro and had a fantastic time, they put on am amazing show.
Earlier this year, they toured with the 30th anniversary of The Joshua Tree album, probably my favourite album of theirs with its hits of Where The Streets Have No Name, With Or Without You Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For and my personal favourites of Bullet The Blue Sky and the haunting Running To Standstill.
But here’s the rub ..
On their tour, the band only played Dublin and London, other arenas in the more provincial cities like Glasgow were omitted from their tour.
For me that implies that they are happy to take our hard-earned dosh when it suits them, but only when it suits them.
Tonight, a U2 tribute band play St Lukes in Glasgow, a smallish venue of a 3-400 hundred souls, playing The Joshua Tree album in its entirety.
That will do for me.
So fuck you Bono .. you talk shit most of the time anyway.
There .. I feel better now!
The fat family.
Two men and a woman, all mid-50’s, white hair, podgy faces and bodies.
They moved up to my area recently, currently seated directly facing me two banks of desks away.
I don’t know anything about these people, I’m sure they are lovely, intelligent, hard-working, all that good stuff.
But here’s what I noticed .. they all look exactly the same .. like some sort of clones who have been fed a strict diet of McDonalds.
Face, body, hair … All very similar.
Absolutely no idea .. apart from the fact that they talk non-stop and are constantly stuffing their already fat faces.
Do you think that they are good people are bad people?
Get real for fucks sakes!
How can you possibly make such a decision on so little information?
Of course they are good people, holding down a job, earning a living for their families.
Even if it is just the one family! 🙂
But don’t confuse being fat or old or grey with being incapable.
That would only say more about you than them.
As I said, I didn’t mean to kill her.
I didn’t know her, there was no malice, I was only defending myself.
Okay, maybe I did defend myself more than I should have, but it wasn’t meant to happen.
She kept hitting me for fucks sake. What was I meant to do?
As I told the other officer, we had only met that night although we had been chatting on the phone for a few weeks.
No sex wasn’t mentioned, not on the phone and it wasn’t even mentioned in the pub, but to be fair, there was some implicit undertones when I asked her if she wanted to come back to mine.
Yes I was surprised when she said yes. Quite taken aback to be honest. We’d had a few kisses and then a bit of a snog, but I didn’t think she’d come back to mine never mind spend the night. Continue reading “Wolf – Consent?”
He’s gonna free fall
Out into nothing
Gonna leave this world
For a while
Now he’s free, free fallin’
Sad to hear of the sudden death of Tom Petty today. I can’t honestly say I was his biggest fan as he was a little before my time.
But good music lives forever, it’s melody and message touches people in ways they never expected.
Take me and the boys playing Free Fallin’, such a simple tune to play, repetitive but mesmerising.
It’s the kind of song that you get lost in and when you find your groove you never want to end and we’d play on well past any reasonable duration just because it feels good, looking at each other and knowing we’ve overdone it but don’t want to stop.
To create that magic so simply takes a special kind of talent.
Free, free fallin’.
Chrissie Hynde surveyed the room before her, a sell-out of 3000 souls all seated expectantly in the Glasgow Royal Concert hall.
“It’s not the Barralands, is it?” She quipped before bursting into her first song Alone, the title track from her new album.
My brother Duncan and I smiled at each other and with a quick look at the mostly grey heads in front and all around us, we had to agree. Continue reading “Alone With #ThePretenders?”