Sometimes, as you get to a certain age, you realise that life is moving on.
My world seems pretty static, I’m single, kids now 28, 27 and 20 and only the youngest is still with me.
Most of the time, nothing really changes, I go to work, go home, eat dinner, play piano, watch tv, fall asleep on sofa, repeat.
It’s Friday and I’ve just did my latest invoice for the company who currently employs my service.
That’s a straight 34 weeks I’ve worked without a break, that pretty bad .. huh.
In August, I was hoping for a family holiday, I was picking up the tab, but the kids all have busy life’s and partners/boyfriends/girlfriend ( delete as necessary)
Trying to get them all to agree to a week or two in the sun at the same time just wasn’t happening.
So unfortunately I didn’t get away and I’m missing the sunshine no my bones.
But I digress, life is moving on whether I like it or not.
The kids considering their partners more than their dad was inevitable, it’s part of life but it still hurts when they don’t want a family holiday. Continue reading “Life Moves On, Like it or Not!”
Check out my face.
I’m no George Clooney or Brad Pitt.
I’m not exactly handsome.
Check out my body
I’m no Arnie, Beckham or Federer
The diet coke guy
Check out my mind
It’s not Mandela or Thatcher
And Stephen Hawking
Has nothing to fear
Check out my heart
You’ll see that it’s big
That its full of love
And it’s in the right place
Check out my soul
It’s mostly pure
But I have sinned
I have stolen
But only to survive
A sinner, a liar, a cheater, a thief
It doesn’t make you a bad person
Sometimes good people
Do bad things for the right reasons
Continue reading “Good People, Bad Things, Right Reasons?”
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.
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?”
Q – So why did you and the band split up Robbie?
A – Well .. I don’t know … musical differences I guess.
He was hardly going to say that he’s a bit of an arrogant selfish prick, tired of playing second fiddle to the more talented Gary and wanting more attention.
You could swap those names for Liam / Noel or even John / Paul.
But is it arrogant or selfish to want to move on to different things, to leave the old behind and try a new challenge?
If you’ve ever felt bored or unappreciated in a job or a relationship and wanted to move on because what you have isn’t working and you feel that you’d be more appreciated elsewhere, does that make you a bad person?
Of course it doesn’t.
The problem occurs because when you leave people behind they can feel hurt or let down in whatever context you’ve split.
How many times have you seen friends or family in a relationship that’s broken or stale and it goes on like that for a while because they care about what they had and have a lot of time invested in each other. But eventually something has to give.
Continue reading “Musical Differences? … Change and Resentment.”