From the Ashes

I feel as though I've been run over by a Mack truck—physically and mentally. I'm on the mend from destroying my back. I blew out my knee again. And I've got something in my eye that kills. As if that wasn't enough, the medication prescribed to me for an allergy arrests me in a continuous state of nausea—like a pregnant woman in her first trimester.
    So, to begin anew, I shaved my face and cut my hair while at my brother's stag and I'll be journeying up to the cottage for the rest of July. Perhaps I'll find my soul there—I'll be searching, any way. I certainly need to dip this tired, old body in the calming waters. I won't have Internet access save for a trip into town. I'll have to read you all when I can. Take care of each other while I'm gone.

I leave you with one of my favourite Clash songs—it's the only one that can make me cry. I've included the words below for those who don't know them (as if!).

Listen to the song:


We met when we were in school
Never took no shit from no one, we weren't fools
The teacher says we're dumb
We're only having fun
We piss on everyone
In the classroom

When we got thrown out I left without much fuss
On weekends we'd go dancing
Down Streatham on the bus
You always made me laugh
Got me in bad fights
Play me pool all night
Smoking menthols

I practised daily in my room
You were down at the Crown planning your next move
Go on a nicking spree
Hit the wrong guy
Each of you get three
Years in Brixton

I did my very best to write
How was Butlins?
Were the screws too tight?
When you lot get out
Were gonna hit the town
We'll burn it fucking down
To a cinder

'Cause years have passed and things have changed
And I move anyway I want to go
I'll never forget the feeling I got
When I heard that you'd got home
And I'll never forget the smile on my face
'Cause I knew where you would be
And if you're in the Crown tonight
Have a drink on me
But go easy
Step lightly
Stay free.
         Strummer/Jones

OctaheDen

Tagged by CG. Eight things about me? Uh, haven't I done this already? No. It was something else.

Rules:
i. Each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves.
ii. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed.
iii. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

1. I eat meat, but I don't like to eat meat that still looks like it did when it was alive.

2. I become woozy at the sight of gory, bloody injuries, but I'm the First Aid practitioner in my family.

3. I don't drink white wine.

4. I hate plastic and have been using my own canvas shopping bags (much to the chagrin of the cashiers at the grocers—why do they care?) for nearly 10 years.

5. Both of my children take better photographs than I do. Case in point:

        Taken by The Bug
        Taken by Boyo

6. I like to socialize with women more than men (Note to my father: it's not because I'm gay.)

7. I enjoy apples but can only eat one if it has been cut up.

8. I am quite fond of being hugged, but rarely am.

Right. Now I tag eight people. Hmm.... Nah.