Last Thursdays gig joy STILL runs through the veins and Suede fills the summer Lewes air, at least in our home. I expect someone will call the Police soon – I wouldn’t blame them, I have been singing out of tune to “It Starts And Ends With You” for days..
Speaking of Lewes, as of last September , I found I’ve become very fond of the place. This I find amazing, as I have always been an “Urban” person-among other things…The town is everything Brighton (where I used to live) isn’t and thats enough, It’s the perfect 12 minute escape from Dalston On Sea – live in Lewes but do ones living elsewhere. Thats how I do it- or would if I had learned how to live.
In the year that last passed there was a shift in my personality. Where once I would walk the other way if I saw someone I knew while doing the daily chores ,these days I quite enjoy a fleeting talk. Which is lucky, as even after doing my shoe laces up and only stepping out for four minutes I tend to have to say “Hello” and do a “Stop and chat” with the postman, doctor, certain staff of Waitrose,Boots,Waterstones and the bakery, the local heroin addict with an Ian Brown haircut,the yob larkers, pub bar staff, bank manger and coffee house barristers.
Yesterday, I went to get my daily mocha and one of the young workers told me she was going to have surgery on her ovaries I have only been served by her twice before…I should have been a Priest, the things people tell me – I have noticed they are never the subject matter Disney Films rush to.
Krissy’s American take “Why do people tell you this shit?”
By the bypass, why is it in Yankee drama’s everyone is “Off their Meds?” and why aren’t we told what meds they are on? I want to know…This sort of thing irks me so….
Ah, well..Back home, turn the fan up to full, press “Play” on Netflix (USA) and away we go…
New hometown in snaps