It's the hottest Easter on record for 100 years and there's another four days off next week so things couldn't be better. Although not everyone is in agreement. Yesterday in Marks and Spencer's a girl, who must have been all of twelve years old, shouts out to her mother, "I just don't understand this world anymore." Hey, I hear you sister, wait till you've got 41 years of confusion behind you and try and work that one out. But until then enjoy the sunshine.
I haven't blogged for a while, I'm out of the habit. I went to see Deerhunter the other week and I was going to blog about all the strange thoughts I have when bands are playing (if they're great). It's a lot like my thoughts on planes, I always think the future is going to be great and the possibilities become bright and endless. It's that time just before reality comes creeping back in to stifle you. Do you know what I mean Readers? Me neither, although I could explain it to you at a really great gig. Another thing I always think is going to happen at gigs is I'm going to see someone I know from the good old days, but I never do. Although at Deerhunter people were shouting out "Tracy". I decided to shout it out too, just because I like joining in, then it turned out to be some friends a few rows back who were shouting for the actual Tracy who was sitting next to me.
We went to Crawley yesterday to see my sister, and shortly after we stepped out from the station someone shouted, "Mr. Davison". I replied, "Yes" because that's my name but I had no idea who the couple and child were. I was all ready to have a conversation with him without letting on I didn't know who he was, and try and pick up some clues on the way. Luckily he took his shades off and I recognised him as Gareth, who I can't have seen for 20 years. But his girlfriend is my sister's husband's sister, so I guess we're more-or-less related. I'd not seen her since my sister's wedding in 1997.
Heading to the park the other day I saw the Aston Martin above parked outside a house in a road we really like. It's a quiet street we'd like to live in. I like looking into the bay windows to check out the rooms. (It's getting a bit of a habit so I may add this onto the hobbies section of my CV).If someone with a James Bond car lives there it may prove a bit expensive.
