Coincidence is a funny thing. Throughout my life, I have noticed that coincidence (or “fate” or synchronicity) is a powerful and unexpected force. One of the more memorable incidences of coincidence happened when I was around 13 years old and I was with my grandmother visiting the grave of my recently deceased great-grandmother. In the cemetary, who should I spy but my errant father, the woman he left my mother for and the child they recently had together being wheeled in a buggy. As you can imagine, this was a smack in the chops and almost made me vomit on the spot. When you break it down, I suppose the chances were there, but considering that he lived in Kent, me in East London and we were visiting two separate graves in a cemetary that covered quite a large distance, it always leaves me a bit gobsmacked that our paths could ever cross. Ever since then, I’ve always been aware of the power of coincidence.
Take for example, my return journey from Las Vegas. While waiting to board the plane, I noticed my old boss of 2000/1 in the queue. In fact, he stood right beside me and we made eye contact, but being a completely faceless, chameleon-like chap, he totally failed to recognise me. And the coincidence? Well we were on the same place and sitting in the same row…number 42. I’d pre-booked my seats. I was in 42E and he was in 42A. That’s coincidence for you. Spooky, eh?
Tonight – Laurie Anderson at the Barbican. Let’s hope that the tube behaves itself this time…
Category: Diary
With all the transatlantic travel, the body clock is a little up in the air at the moment. Here’s a picture of us on our hols:
In the post: VDGG tix to Shepherds Bush Empire.
5000+ miles from home and it’s really bloody difficult to write an entry with a keyboard balanced on your knee as you sit on the edge of the hotel room bed. It’s taken me 15 minutes to get this far…
Jet-lag is bad this time but what can you do. Tomorrow night, I have an appointment with Mr Jones. Oh yes, boyo!
I feel stiff and achy and I am still suffering the physical side effects of last night’s gig. That’s never happened before. It feels like I’ve been run over by a steam roller.
During the night, I had a dream. I rarely have/remember dreams, but this time my nocturnal adventures were inspired by VDGG. Basically, I followed David Jackson riding a bicycle and found myself invited to tea by Peter Hammill with some other fans. In my dream, I told him how much I enjoyed his music and the concert. I don’t remember anything else. I think custard creams were served. 🙂
I forgot to add that we had a General Election yesterday. Of course, me and The Missus exercised our constitutional right and voted. The right man still won, but this time around, with a reduced majority, we have a slightly more democratic House of Parliament. What gets me is when the other political leaders say: “We wouldn’t have gone to war” it makes me laugh, because the decision isn’t taken by the Prime Minister. The intelligence services have a lot to do with it and the thought of little Charlie Kennedy looking all blank-eyed, like a ginger puppy in human form, as the case for war in Iraq is presented to him makes me snigger. Blair’s back…and this time it’s personal!
What I love about the UK is we don’t take any of this political stuff seriously. The biggest tabloid daily newspaper is The Sun and to illustrate the political fight, they published the following picture and a slideshow illustrating the political battle, with each lady representing one the political parties (the one in blue panties is Conservative, the one in the red panties is Labour). Who’s the best? There’s only one way to find out! FIGHT!
Nervous. Exciting things are afoot. VDGG reunion concert tonight among other things. Feel all shakey inside.
In the post: VDGG – Present
A great co-incidence that this arrives today. I have a press copy from months ago, but this is my official bona-fide copy. Spinning it again in order to get juiced up for the gig tonight. 🙂
The Apprentice ended its run last night and it was a very entertaining end to an equally entertaining series. The right man won it in the shape of unassuming Tim, but bigmouth Saira came up quids in too, she’s been offered a job with old craggy-faced Sugar too. I must admit, I kinda warmed to Saira. Her loud-mouted incompetence was hilarious and she is the female David Brent – the right two people ended up in the final. Congrats to all who took part and I look forward to the next series. My favourite, Paul, didn’t win, but appeared on the follow-up show “You’re Hired” dressed all in black. I remarked to The Missus that he should audition as a new Dr Who villain!
In the post, the new digital camera. I am off snapping random objects around the house. Look out Alex and Speckle – I’m gonna shove this thing in your face and snap away like a cheap papparazi. 🙂
I still can’t get a grip on this schizophrenic weather. One minute it is hot and my scalp gets sunburnt, the next it is freezing cold and I am wrapped up in my wooly jumper. I hope that this summer is better than the wash-out that was 2004. Fingers crossed, eh?