Smile and Wave

Threw myself a, ticker-tape parade
Bought a crowd to line the way
And so complete the charade

And confetti, rained down from the sky
As we laughed in the streets
Livin' my alibi

And this is, all true
That I'd never said those three words before...

Bought myself an, apartment in the city
With a downtown view
And remember when we, were pretty

Pretty alright,
So far as that goes
Though I guess no one knows

That this is, all true
And I'll never say those three words to you...

Booked myself on, the first class out of here
On a fast train too slow
To take me where I want to go

But if I'd known, you were at the end of the line
Then I'd have taken my time...

Paper or Plastic?

Nearly managed to walk out of Sainsbury’s today without paying. Well, I say nearly managed, but I didn’t really get so far. I just went through the motions of it, before being awkwardly called back. It was the cashier’s fault anyway. Asking me demanding questions about the weather and my weekend plans and my degree, all whilst watching me attempt to place my groceries in either the one plastic bag my environmentally-conscious self allowed my not-so-conscious other self, or in the Primark bag I’d unthinkingly accepted earlier, or in the satchel over my shoulder. And that, the organization of groceries and the correct allocation based on weight distribution ratios, is a mentally taxing enough assignment, without having to answer life’s deeper questions. So then, in celebration of the completion of this intensive task, I picked up the two carrier bags and started to saunter away, thanking the cashier kindly. It went something like this:

‘Thanks very much, hope you don’t have to stay too late.’

‘Uhh... would you like to pay with cash or card?’

At which point I hastily tried unsuccessfully to not look an idiot, and dropped my carefully sorted and packed bags on the floor, spilling the contents as I fumbled in my satchel for my wallet.

Ever have those days where you’re not entirely certain where you are, but it’s not here?

Salt in the Breeze

You know where we stand
And I found it slipping through the broken fingers
Of my broken hands

In your house of blank cards
I saw a diamond king and queen treading softly
Over diamond shards

And count, the stones... by the sea
While the ocean breathes

Across, from the Severn Sea she waits
Trying desperately to remember
Her latest, greatest mistake
Across, from the Severn Sea she waits
Already half an hour too late
But she does nothing to save herself...