I’m sitting in a railway station, got a ticket to my destination
I know I’m a poet, but the credit for those lines goes to a certain Paul Simon. I thought of them today when in Victoria Station.
It is said that Simon wrote that song while waiting for a train at Widnes, which is not too far from here.
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
certainly has a period North-West feel to it.
Everywhere we go; everything we read; everything we listen to: there are always connections.
Except when the trains are on strike.
I’ve just heard about the ‘Weather Bomb’ that is heading our way. The official term is ‘explosive cyclohenesis’.
Here in Manchester we know it as ‘typical weekend’.
Have a great weekend everybody. Try and stay dry.
See you on the flip side.
For two weeks it has clung to the inside of a stainless steel thermos flask. It has been filled with water and left to soak, it has had boiling hot water poured onto it from a kettle three times. Today we conceded defeat and threw out the flask. It is official-my wife’s homemade carrot and coriander soup is officially the strongest substance known to man.
The first storm of the season, named Aileen, is due to hit tonight. For perspective, Aileen is no Irma, but still. I’ve taken down the hanging baskets and an outside lantern which is as much as I can do with no hatches to batten down.
The afternoon I spent working on a second poetry collection I’m trying to put together, while listening to a group from my favourite music period.
I have a friend who loves the eighties, and would instantly recognise the nod given by the title of this post. My own go-to listening preference stretches from the mid-sixties to early seventies. The Beatles; The Doors; The Kinks; The Rolling Stones; Tim Buckley; Cream; Cohen; Dylan, I love all of these and more.
Being born in 1971 means that in my youth I’ve never been in vogue, musically. And don’t even mention my dress sense!
Listening to music helps when I’m writing. The group I was listening to today was Jefferson Airplane. Why do I like these?
Go and ask Alice. When she’s ten feet tall.