So anyway JC, I note that the Sunday Correspondents are all away on a Creative Writing Course (residential) in Torquay. Consequently - if you don't mind, below is a very short piece based around, well, er, you. It follows my email to you on 1st Jan 11.
Perhaps you could forego any pink-cheeked embarrassment and slide it in sometime. (Not the first time you've had to do that I'm sure!)
Ditch it if ya want to, old lad. Twas just a thought as I escape 'Dancing On Fucking Ice' and 'Wild At Heart'.
Dick.
(Note from JC......as if I would say no. I never trusted Nancy Reagan)
PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES IN YOUR OLD PARANOID MIND
So we'd got to thinking about the doom and the gloom of early January in the UK. The darkness, the bone chilling cold, the mid-winter malaise and the difficulty in climbing aboard the ungritted treacherous treadmill for another year.
Work: That which fills the gap between waking up and going back to bed, tired.
How did I get so jaded? A little out of touch, a little insane?
mp3 : Soul Asylum - Runaway Train
Like you JC, I'm lower than a snail's nuts on some days. Perhaps I expect too much from life and from people. As I get older, I just can't abide 'The Fuckwit Factor' - those useless bastards who pervade our waking life and make everything that much harder. We really should round them all up in a field .. and bomb the bastards!
Self pity is a fucking awful thing, and I try and keep things in perspective, I really do. I love to help deserving folk out, I'm just crap and taking my own advice. I attended the funeral of a 23 year old lad this week. I spent time with his lovely, but heartbroken ma. She'd cried her heart out, but laughed as I physically picked her up off the ground in one of my ridiculous, but sincere, bear hugs. (I do it when I don't quite know what else to do. It's inappropriate at times, but it often seems to help).
What your blog - and a choice few others - bring is just an opportunity to shout, whisper, moan, announce, proclaim, chunter, chirrup or just verbalise a thought - which folk like me find so very helpful and enjoyable. A musical bear hug.
(I suspect that you'd declare that it's not the first time that your inspirational organ has stimulated a response, and so much to chew on!)
How the feck you do it, day in day out, I don't know.
I don't want to sound all pink fluffy slippers, but you truly are an inspiration. The effort, energy, sparkle and all round chutpaz (which is a bit like a Jewish sausage) you consistently demonstrate is a benchmark at which an ADHD-suffering Dervish would feel exhausted.
(I trust that your School Report in 4G (fae oor wee Jimmy) at The Gorbals Comprehensive spotted that potential?)
I'm all brio and brassneck at times, but rest assured, any impudence I display as a commenter is built on a genuine respect.
My Mrs cracked her spine on the ice yesterday. A few hours in the Emergency Dept of a big city hospital around New Year is another perspective pricker innit? The choking babies, the meningitis toddler, the bumbling alcoholic who's lost his crutch ... and the broken hips aside the broken hearts. Anyway, the painkillers plinked in a large Corvoisier seem to help. I mean, I couldn't heard her moaning at all last night. Out like a bloody light I was!
Happy New Year to you and your loved ones.
Yep. Peace, love and understanding sounds a fair path to follow.
mp3 : Christy Moore - The Time Has Come
Dick Van Dyke, January 2011.
(2nd note from JC.....Its feckin great having the great man back. First of what I hope will be many pieces this year)
(3rd note from JC....apologies for my forgetfulness with the mp3s)
9 comments:
Good to see your Dick is back and firm as ever JC. Even better that you didn't bother posting mp3s, especially Christy Moore. Whining bozo.
Oh yes, just right for a Sunday.
Good on ya DVD fella :)
About fucking time!!
Actions sometimes speak louder than words.
Top stuff. All hail DVD
Ah DVDs reflections on all this pish is just what I need right now. Hope we have more addresses from the Shed soon.
I love the term 'The Fuckwit Factor'. I also love sincere bear hugs. Great post. I've also always had a thing for that Soul Asylum song.
Oh my loves..
ctel - There'll be plenty of flaccid years for us all. For some, it's an achievement getting to the semi's. I hear Andy Weatherall is to do a remix of 'Don't Forget Your Shovel'.
Simon - the Lionheart - Cry pure and true.
Red & Ginge - You fill up my senses, like a night in the forest. (Cold, piss wet through, the gipping sound of a regurgitating owl, the smell of rotting hedgehog, and a magic mushroom brekkie).
Swiss Adam - May your light burn bright with honesty, beauty and poetry. (And your Bagging Area bar code always beep).
Drew - much of the pink fluffly slippers stuff I bumbled on about is aimed at YOU and your blog too. (Although, frankly I'm still not interested in your airport baggage retrieval tribulations).
Tricia - Sigh.. Having been over to your place to listen to you sing and drool over your frosted cupcakes and short n sweet ice cream, I was just wondrin', if ... if we could perhaps run away together and live on an island somewhere?
I meant to leave a comment here long before now. This puts into words how I feel about your lovely little corner of the Internet much better than I ever could myself. Thank you Mr Dick Van Dyke, it's great to see you back here, and thank you JC for everything always.
... especially the Roddy :) x.
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