The weather has been that shite for July with the only sunshine coming in awkward blobs between vast gashes of rain storms...yesterday whilst in such i spied a flower shop pots of sunflowers spoke stop and buy one take me home i'll brighten your day, so i did,the Sunflower now sits on the kitchen window speaking volumes in memory jerks the rip tide flowing over king Canutes thonged feet in tune to the beat from Tracy Chapmans fast car falls from the yellow petals slithers across the kitchen floor i wonder what the silver fish think perhaps i might ask them as i tie on my work boots in the small hours of the morning.
This weekend i had on a whim a Tracy Chapman Marathon all eight Cd's in one purge as i cooked, tossed around the kitchen,making the Chardonnay quite delightful...Fast Car..still cannot be beat, the memories of my old drinking mate pushing in the cassette in the old battered car hold sway to a cloud of other wonders from across open waters,green wellies,dark woods only gargoyles in habit punch across the mind.During this orgy of music i scribbled down my top five...Fast Car/Cold Feet/In My Life/Matters of the Heart/All that you have is your soul,they are in no particular order just scribbles as they came on the turn table.
As for soul, my female who sits inside me,demanded a treat this weekend so after work on Saturday i visited one of those drug stores that sell everything apart from fast Cars,picked up some new tweezers as i have found pulling out my unwanted hair gives a smoother finish than the antic's of covering all with shaving foam..i also bought some nail varnish..the young sweet check out girl neatly packed my bought items giving me some asking looks and was brave enough to say with a smile will you be wearing the nail varnish tonight..i of coarse replied in a positive note,i hope she finds some sweet man in her life.
