#823: 1985, Echo And The Bunnymen, Bring On The Dancing Horses

by Ray_North on December 23, 2013

It’s been a strange few days. My roommate at Chambers collapsed and died, he was only 51. 51! That’s no fucking age at all. I spoke to him every day, but I didn’t really know him. Not closely, not in a way that I could tell you with any certainty about the things that made him smile or the things that made him frown.

On Saturday, I went out and drank. I was in one of those moods, I knew from the moment I put my coat on that pint would follow pint, and I would march purposefully towards inebriation – and so it turned out. And then, as we walked home from the last pub I looked up at the sky and I thought about the things that make me smile and the things that make me frown.

And, just in case you are interested, I thought about my boys running with a ball tucked under their arm, and my first cup of tea of the day, and Friday nights, and that moment in the cinema when the lights go down, I thought about airports and hot sunny evenings when time seems to slow down, and Neil Young telling me about the Cinnamon Girl, and a great speech and the words Not Guilty, and Suarez at full pelt and George North at full pelt, and the Welsh National Anthem and crying during the Welsh National Anthem; the train to Euston and the swish of pony-tail and the gossamer soft skin of my youngest son and when I look at my wife and remember.

And I thought about the Daily Mail and baying of politicians and diving over paid cosseted footballers and not knowing any answers to any problems and shit books that sell millions and X-Factor and lying and growing older, yep, growing older and my memories growing more and feint as they fade into the distance.

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George_East December 24, 2013 at 12:11 am

I still don’t get how the BBC missed the trick of using this song for the Olympic Dressage montage.


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