'Time is like a clock in my heart.'
I have a vinyl copy of Colour By Numbers somewhere in this flat. I wouldm''t mind listening to it but you know, I don't have enough erm ........ to find it so I'll put on a Neil Young album instead to get the day spinning as I work my way towards an online lesson at ten o'clock in Dussledorf.
I consider myself semi retired and very fortunate. Out of the rat race and with luck never having to attend a meeting, sit in a staffroom with stressed and unhappy colleagues or even lovely and well adjuusted ones. Meetings chaired by bad managers who have no earthly idea of how to run a meeting. I hope I don't need to do this Ever, ever again..You really don't want me to expand trust me.You don't have time and neither do I. please don't take offence.
We seem to be living in an age where nobody, but nobody has any time. Is this just life or has the pace of things accelerated and intensified for reasons beyond our ken since I was a teenager. When we did I remember have time. Certainly in my family's case to gather round the TV set after supper on a Thursday evening to watch Top of the Pops together. Boy George and Culture Club miming to Time, a non album single, (an interesting phenomenon in itself) which took its own time and hung around the Top Ten it seemed for months. In 1982. When I was sixteen.
It got to Number 2.. In the UK and on the US American billboard chart. Was a Top Ten hit everywhere. It has a'gentle funk anchor' apparently and a beautiful melody and lyrics. 'Put your head on my shoulder. Sink me in a river of tears.. This could be the best place yet . But you must overcome your fears.' Nothing changes in thaat arena. Go on sit down at your desk wherever you are. Try to come up with something better. Bet you can't
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