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[29 Nov 2006|12:16am] |
Mmmm..
Peri Gilpin.
Time to watch Frasier!
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[29 Nov 2006|10:31am] |
Christmas is apparently here in November. Decorations are up all over Minster and even though my mornings are spent most unfestively coughing my ringpiece out and cursing the morning sun I can't escape it. A month of this.
We have fifty to sixty people in today for a large finger buffet. Suffice to say, I want to get away as soon as possible.
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[29 Nov 2006|05:45pm] |
A rather strange day. Mists of contemplation dragged by pretty birds flutter silently around my soul. No, i'm not feeling melancholy, not at all, but i've been struck a little today by feelings about mortality and love.
We had a wake in today, which headed late into the afternoon and I stayed at the bar after work to wait for Graham. We were to go to Sue's to see how she was.
While I sat there and read the Telegraph and sipped my blackcurrant soda (Or as Mike calls it, my "Happy Juice"!) I saw on the cover a picture of a handsome couple. Smiling, bright eyes clasping onto each other for dear life and clearly with all going for them. The happiness, the bliss and the sheer love in their faces for each other was palpable. The headline was by the girl and it was..
"There will be no more tomorrows for us"
It broke my heart. This beautiful image of two people in love the only snapshot of a time when they were looking forward to the future. The man was a city lawyer who was brutally stabbed to death by two teenage gang members. I closed my eyes and my head went black for a moment.
When the wake departed, Graham and I went to Sue and Derek's, but they weren't in, so we went to check out Graham's shed instead. By now the night had drawn in and as I sloped home, I slipped on my headphones and on came Hallejiuah. As the song's long slow eerie words punctuated the November air, I wondered about how easy it was for both life and love to die together, or seperately..how both can be shot down as easily as a dove can be torn from it's flight by a bullet.
Hold love and life close, is I think what I learnt. I can't hold love close, not in that way anyway, because I currently have none, but Jesus, I know how it feels to be in it and how fragile it is..my eyes began to well up at this point..
"But it's not a cry that you hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light, it's a cold and it's a broken Hallejiuah"
That lyric is not new to me, but by god it hit me. It's as if being ecstatically sad all at once. I feel fine, really..but the thin nature of life and fate sometimes get to your violin strings.
I will never take such things lightly.
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[29 Nov 2006|09:20pm] |
Who's laughing now?
Nobody, that's who. It's been a pretty turgid day. However, seeping under all that is the realisation that I may be regaining some of the old abilty I used to have just to "feel" the world turning.
Which is very important.
I made a pact with myself to learn a new word a day. My head aches and has done since I woke up. No words sit in it. They fall out of my ears and eyes like beads.
Liverpool 0-0 Portsmouth.
Yawn.
Today's word is mellifluous. Sweet melodic flow. Like the notes a fingertip makes slowly plucking a harp. Now bog off.
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