Wouldn’t you like a job where you can have two weeks a year to just think. Think, eat clam chowder, sit by the lake and drink pop.
Entries from March 2005 ↓
In the world of political blogs that I half inhabit, the discussion for tomorrow will not be Howard Flight and his admission that the Tories intend greater cuts than is politically acceptable at the moment. It will not be Michael Howard and whether he has gone too far this time. It won’t even be the launch of the lib dem policy on crime, although of course, I’m personally on the edge of my seat on that one. No, tomorrow will mark the launch of another Tim Ireland belter, with my party taking another Internet hit. Such is life.
So here’s my usual government health warning. Protest voting helps the Tories. Really, it does. Just because they’ve collectively jumped off a cliff this week doesn’t let you off the hook. Vote Lib Dem, get the Tories. If you’re sick of me saying it, have a look at the wise words of Mr Peter Hain, Leader of the House of Commons.
Mrs Watson and I have rows about those little foibles. One of her big irritations is that I simultaneously listen to Radio 4 whilst playing an itunes shuffle on the lap top. Just at the point where she was switching the radio off, the news came in that Paul Hester has died. Then, on itunes, came Crowded House, “Four seasons in one day”. The lyrics are hauntingly prevalent.
Smiling as the shit comes down
You can tell a man from what he has to say
Everything gets turned around
And I will risk my neck again
You can take me where you will
Up the creek and through the mill
Like all the things you can’t explain
Four seasons in one day
Blood dries up
Like rain, like rain
Fills my cup
Like four seasons in one day
I’m trying to get some sleep in before the big day, you know the one that isn’t going to be on May 5th. Easter reading has left me a nervous man. In an article “down with the kids”, Jacques Perret starts:
“What’s the greatest story of rock ‘n’ roll excess ever told? Keith Richards staying awake for a whole week. Whoooah! Try becoming a new parent, keith. You won’t get to sleep for three years. And when you do, it’ll be for one minute an 20 seconds, when you climb into the freezer at Sainsburys.”