Musical Musings
During my high octane, non-stop, action packed lifestyle as an unemployed job seeker, I occaisionally get a few moments to myself in which to relax. Yesterday was one of those, so in an uncharacteristic bout of feet-up laziness, I sat back and switched on the television. Hey, they've added some channels sonce I last watched telly. So I discovered this music channel showing all the hits from the eighties. Wow. This is so nostalgic. Phil Collins still had hair. Adam Ant still had warpaint on his face. The only way was up, and the cast of Neighbours had applied to be pop stars.
Comparing music between then and now reveals just how empty music can be.today. I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks music in the eighties was better. It isn't nostalgia at all - there was a genuine upbeat feel to the decade. Even the angry punks were happy gobbing at each other. Heck, I still believed I could be a rock star back then. That's how optimistic we were. Of course we didn't have Simon Cowell to puncture our dreams back then. I therefore deduce that Mr Cowell is single-handedly responsible for destroying music as we know it. He is the anti-christ (Sorry Ozzy, love the music, but you're only the Prince of Medium Greyness).
Anyway, I spent a happy few hours remembering where I was when songs first came out. I cannot believe how much time I'd spent in pubs.
Talking of music, yesterday afternoon I heard a brass band out in the street. What's that all about? All the traffic outside was at a standstill, and it turned out to be a parade of some sort, loads of kids in uniforms. It's just as well they held the parade on the Sunday, because...
Weather Report of the Week
The weather girl popped up on the screen and smiled sweetly for the benefit of the viewers. Why is Britain always beige? Haven't we got a more vibrant colour? Whatever happened to Cool Britannia? Oh hang on... The map is turning blue from midnight onward... "Yes" Said the Weather Girl in happy mode, "I'm afraid the weather is going to get worse from this point on".
Rain. Buckets of it. Just in time for Monday morning. You just can't beat British weather can you?
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