“When routine bites hard and ambitions are low,
And resentment rides high but emotions won’t grow,
And we’re changing our ways, taking different roads,
Then love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Joy Division
We ain’t going to get much joy in the NLN division next season.
The Vicar lets me take his tortoise out for an extended cross country walk on Sundays.
It’s a nice slow pace and gives me plenty of time to get through two bottles of 2ltr white lightning.
im a tad worse for wear as well… depressed due to the Scunny result and staying in a small rural border town on business i ended up on the local 40% abv moonshine washed down with Lao beers.. big mistake as i woke up sweating and convulsing as i dreamt i was in Cleethorpes and had been forced at gun point to buy a season ticket for the codheads !!
Was thinking about a Joy Div track earlier, but it was this one. A wee metaphor. ‘Existence, well, what does it matter, I’ll exist in the best way I can; the past isn’t part of the future, the present is well out of hand. Heart and soul, what will burn…’
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