Still, modern printers are multi-function these days which
means I’ll have a scanner at long last, so I’ll be able to do what I’ve wanted
to do for the past six years – bore the pants off people with old pictures of me doing
interesting things like pulling funny faces, looking precocious, and posing
with my arm around the shoulders of pretty girls (although that's one of the things I don’t have very much of, and two of the girls were wearing cowboy hats anyway.) I might even post the
Looking Mean one. Maybe this unwelcome expense will even prove serendipitous, finally
encouraging me to get the blog moving again. What better form of
self-expression is there than getting the photo album out? It’s what aged aunts
were made for.
In the meantime, I read an article today about Paul Simon’s
new album. I have a lot of respect for Paul Simon because:
1. He and I are a lot alike in many ways, except that he
wrote better lyrics than I did, and also wrote good music which I could never
do.
2. My best friend at school was called Barry Haynes. I was
5ft 8, he was a little over 6ft. I had brown hair, he was blond. I was a little
on the stocky side, he was built like a bean pole. All of which meant that when
we were together we looked like a young version of Simon and Garfunkel. We even
fell out and walked off in opposite directions occasionally, just as Paul and Art
seem prone to doing. One such occasion was when he attracted the attention of
the lovely Dorothy Parker and I didn’t, even though I could play a guitar and
he couldn’t. I also wrote better than him, and probably still do. Maybe that’s
how I acquired the conviction that a woman’s taste is not meant to be
understood.
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