Song For My Mother

I think I'm old enough now to say these words and mean them. (And I didn't boil over, and it's now the weekend.)

Stop apologising
For the things you`ve never done,
Because time is short
and life is cruel.
But it`s up to us to change.

("Dance, you little twat")

All I Want, Part 3

So... this is what I did today: writing, and housework.

And what I wanted to do, was exactly what I was doing, but to have somebody there that I could stop every once in a while, and kiss. And talk to. And cuddle. And then carry on working.

All I Want, Part 1

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Traveling, traveling, traveling
Looking for something, what can it be
Oh I hate you some, I hate you some
I love you some
Oh I love you when I forget about me

I want to be strong I want to laugh along
I want to belong to the living
Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive
I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive
Do you want - do you want - do you want
To dance with me baby
Do you want to take a chance
On maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby
Well, come on

All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you too
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you
I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you
I want to renew you again and again
Applause, applause - life is our cause
When I think of your kisses
My mind see-saws

Do you see - do you see - do you see
How you hurt me baby
So I hurt you too
Then we both get so blue

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Looking for the key to set me free
Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling
Its the unraveling
And it undoes all the joy that could be

I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
I want to be the one that you want to see
I want to knit you a sweater
Want to write you a love letter
I want to make you feel better
I want to make you feel free
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm,
Want to make you feel free
I want to make you feel free

Joni Mitchell

Football Crazy

I'm enjoying watching Euro 2008.

I've managed to persuade myself that drinking in front of a wide screen TV is actually a very good way to work through the writer's block that's been making my PhD so difficult, and reconnect to being a storyteller, a dramatic narrator in control of his material.

I've been watching Austria vs. Poland, tonight, and for some reason the commentator keeps saying "f*** her t**s".

Now, I'll grant you, there are times when that could be good advice, but not normally during a sporting event, especially not an all-male international football match.

I've had to step over to Google and discover that in fact, Austria are fielding a defender by the name of Emanuel Pogatetz. Suddenly, it all makes sense. Excuse me, while I kiss this guy.

(For anyone who isn't interested in football - the team that humiliated England has just humiliated Germany, so it's all right now.)