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I was meant to write a blog post at some point yesterday. Possibly the day before. The details are a little fuzzy. Because I’ve been too busy reading the fifth Harry Potter book, you see.
I know what you’re thinking – how come I’m only just doing this now? Well, it’s not that big a deal. A couple of years ago I looked up what happened on Wikipedia. So I’m really just recapping and fleshing out the details in my head.
In light of the recent announcement that the musical phenomenon that is JLS will soon cease to be, I thought I would share a story with you.
Now, some of you are probably slightly worried about the title, but I can assure you that the following words, sentences and paragraphs are all entirely above board. I would give it a rating of PG-13, owing to multiple scenes including Ben Amos.
I really like Star Wars.
In fact, it’s a surprise I haven’t mentioned it before now.
It’s probably not healthy.
It’s easy to be cynical.
I have just spent a couple of minutes briefly casting my eye over a few of my previous blogs. And now I’m slightly worried that you might think I’m just a grumpy old man with a distaste for running, Mother’s day cards and worship music.
Last week I went to a Worship Central event in Southampton.
On my way home, I had a most interesting discussion about said event with my mortal enemy good friend Tom Pollard. One phrase that he used struck me.
Last Sunday was Mother’s Day.
If that is news to you, I suggest a hasty trip to the florist might be in order. Or you might get away with giving your mum a card this Sunday and then acting surprised when she tells you it was actually last week.
I love me a good walk. (Careful when you read that)
Admitting this may make me sound 20 or 30 years older than I actually am, but I make no apologies for unashamedly enthusing over the simple joys of walking. Perhaps it comes from growing up in Somerset, or from being an only child and enjoying my own company. Alternatively, it could be my natural kinship with nature. Or maybe I’m just insufferably boring.
The following is a list of songs that have recently been stuck in my head. Some have perfectly reasonable explanations. Others, I have no idea about.
Some, I would happily choose to listen to. Some, I am less proud of.
The feeling of getting a song stuck in your head is a pretty common one.
It happens in various ways. Maybe your irritating housemate was playing Gangnam Style on repeat earlier and now you can’t sleep because your brain is currently doing the same. Or you went to a gig the other day and the catchiest songs ran around your head for the entire journey home. Or throughout the Christmas period your brain randomly belted out “The power of looooove! Sent from aboooove!” because of that advert with the snowman that, let’s be honest, probably stole a hat and scarf from John Lewis.
This week saw Barack Obama’s second inauguration as President of the United States of America. I remember his first one quite clearly. I was in my first year of uni and my housemate Tom and I watched it in his room, on his computer.
I also seem to remember his room was a terrible mess. It always was.