And today I was listening to a Dolores Keane album in the
car when a lively Irish reel suddenly filled the vehicle with positive vibes. I’d
never quite realised before just how much a lively Irish reel can lift the
jaded mood, and so I turned the volume up so the whole of Uttoxeter might revel
in the spirit of my forefathers (on the male side, that is. The female side has
a dominant Welsh component, and Welshmen are wont to gather in groups and sing
familiar harmonies with great gusto and not a little self-possession. It doesn’t
have quite the same effect.)
Tuesday, 15 October 2019
Revelations.
It’s odd to think of the things we sometimes feel compelled
to do. Sitting listening to YouTube late at night, I feel the odd compulsion to
trace my eye sockets with my fingers and imagine what they would look like with
the flesh removed. The eye sockets are so much bigger than the eyes, you see. And then I get a yen to be buried rather than cremated after
I’m dead, in order that my skull should become exposed and maybe some little vole will build a nest therein (I’d prefer to avoid either process any earlier than that.)
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