Fare Thee Well....
New Year's Eve at the Italian down the road. Absolutely excellent evening. Good food, good friends and cheap wine. What more could you ask for - apart from the woeful "disco" that some 19 year old figured would be a "piece 'o piss". Eeeeh y'can't beat unintelligable nonsense and crap drum and bass to round off your snowy 2003 can you ?Oh but, the food is unbelievable for the price. I had lamb that melted in the mouth, veggies cooked to perfection and a sweet that looked like a Mondrain on the plate. It was more than you could possibly eat. Not like London where the same Mondrain would've cost 5 times the price for a fifth of the the portion.
I can't believe this is the place where the folk club that Dearest and I first exposed ourselves to the crap and the sublime that is found in such places was. 3 feet from where we sat tonight was where I first "performed" in public, more years ago now than I care to remember. We are all growing old. Happy New Year.
TimesNewRoman was one of the first blogs I linked to. It was wonderful to read what TNR felt when he first discovered that I had linked to him. He seemed to be an alter-ego of me. A kindred spirit up north. Politics, music and football - what more can you ask for ? All three seemed to point to an ever more parallel life.
Tonight, just before I left for my NYE "celebrations", I read TNR's weblog and discovered deep sadness.
Death (and life) has a habit of kicking us all in the teeth. Take a tissue and wipe away the blood and the rage and the impotence - just remember to remember them.
Chin up mate - it will get easier.
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