Every time I hear the 30sec intro I get the impression that
I’m being plunged into a situation ripe with excitement and the prospect of pleasure
and discovery. And it happens again when I hear the instrumental with clappy
bits in the middle. The problem is that I can’t for the life of me put a bloody
picture to it, so how do I write a post about looking at a blank canvas?
I think it might have something to do with taking a road
trip with an attractive-but-mysterious woman through the Scottish Highlands while
the sky glowers in that peculiarly Highland
manner and thunder rumbles in the distance. But I can’t be sure. Another
possibility high on the list would be meeting a wood or water nymph deep in
some dark wildwood somewhere in the Celtic fringes with only my personality for
defence (which I sort of did once, but failed miserably. And did she make me
pay for my failure! It’s a long and private story which formed the basis of The Rain Maiden. Blessings be upon you,
lady, if you should happen to stumble onto my blog.)
* * *
And another thing. What’s up with YouTube tonight? It’s
doing all sorts of idiotic and irritating things. I wonder whether the person
who used to compile Google’s ‘Images for…’ section got fired for incompetence and
is now running YouTube.
* * *
My house is even colder tonight. I wanted a mug of hot
chocolate earlier but I’ve developed a sensitive tooth which reacts in an
unfriendly manner to hot things. So now I want some cheese. It’s one of my
foremost addictions. I think it might be linked with an overactive imagination
and I suspect the nargles are behind it.
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