Seems like the perfect time to abolish the lot of them… right?

Ten Years Gone

I opened a box, one that hadn’t seen its lid lifted in nearly 10 years.

I’d forgotten how much it hurts to miss you. Which sounds a crazy thing to say, but the pain is a thing that lives inside, hunkered down, rarely rawly confronted. Not unless a lid is lifted.

Intellectually I knew what was in the box. Which is different to the knowing when looking at the contents. So much remembered in theory, but details kill.

Notebooks with your scribbled craziness. The great letter of my soul which sat post system for a week. Your letters in return, wild as you, filled with madness and love and how much we missed each other.

A notebook I recall watching myself write in, when… Wrote in with little phrases. I read through, recognising things I still say, because of you. Aching at other of the words that are suddenly familiar but forgotten till that jar of memory, never uttered now that secret language has but one speaker.

A purse, a box, rusted keys, a hat, a little, so short skirt. And a certificate, not the one which we aimed to get. One that just says Death.

So much lost in the mind in ten years is scary. I don’t wish to forget. I speak your name my Pixie, my Janet. I remember. Perhaps in 10 years I will open the other box, of you and deep lore which hides in the loft. I know at least I will not forget.

Rochester Lovely Jubilee

Big Flag

on the castle walls

Apparently the head of some out dated feudal system was having some sort of celebration, which for some reason the country was expected to join in with. Not having any of that I was however grateful for the double “jubilee” bank holiday, and took advantage with Heather to go on the annual pilgrimage to Rochester.

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An Outlaw Break

The Watching Eye

And its magical rays

Sometimes one ends up taking a break somewhere almost at random, or at least because it’s somewhere the trains seem to be running to across Easter weekend. Hence Heather and I found ourselves heading to Nottingham on what turned out to be a gloriously sunny extended weekend.

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Rest In Beats

Very sad and shocked to at the news that Taylor Hawkins has left the party. He always seemed to love the life, and was one of the few who could step in as drummer with Dave Grohl in front of him. Here he is giving it some in London back in 2018, a gig I was lucky enough to be at.

And from a bit later the same show, doing what he loved, blasting out some vocals on a Queen cover

Hit those cans loud in the next life