Friday, 12 June 2015

No Backstage Pass

OK, the last concert I ever saw was back in 'Nam. We were down to four men, Charlie had been trailing us all day. It wasn't just the heat, it was a different kind of heat. They type that grabs you by the throat and won't let go. We didn't think we were going to make it back to camp and frankly, deep down, I knew we were lost. I just didn't want to admit it; for the boys more than myself.

Spencer was hurt. Hurt bad. He was starting to get heavy, but we couldn't tell him that.The trees shook violently with the approaching storm and flies buzzed at our faces like beggars around a spit roast.

We needed a reason to go on.

Then we hit upon a clearing, like a beam of light from the parted clouds. Music, laughter, solace. Spencer urged us to let him see. I think he knew he was done.

The music was loud and jovial, the small crowd bounced with glee, like children on their parent's bed, and the smell of hot dogs and burgers filled the air.

We danced and laughed until we saw the sunrise, then as quickly as it appeared, the air was still and quiet and the storm had passed unnoticed. I looked down at Spencer's face and closed his eyes. He enjoyed that for sure. Probably more so if he hadn't lost his ears the previous afternoon.

That's why I don't go to concerts.

Monday, 1 June 2015

Sunday, 31 May 2015

Great Big Testie

This is just a great big test post. I'm mainly seeing how it looks when I shuffle things around. It's not much to read but I'm honoured that you're doing so. I expect you're thinking I'm going to say something clever and witty now but I'm not. I'm just letting my fingers roam over the keys, inbetween the soup spills and stains most definitely in the category of 'miscellaneous', and franky they're doing the driving at the minute. I'm not even thinking.

In fact I'm not in. I don't know who is typing this but please can you stop leaving the towels on the bathroom floor, it's doing my tree in. And the head in the fridge is starting to thaw. Thanks.