Sunday, June 20, 2004

Love Will Tear Us Apart

Driving Out of Manchester Towards The Dark Peaks


Bill Laswell, Jah Wobble and Dr. Alex Patterson have got it going on.

But at the moment i have not. I am unhappy with my little lot or my lot of very little. I'm 'going out'/'seeing'/'in a relationship with' or perhaps my favourite, 'courting' a girl who's job is in London. Likewise her career for the forseeable future, that too being forged, in London.

Now i'm not someone who thinks the streets are paved with gold down there. Being as I am, a country boy i have no such wish to seek my fame and fortune there. I don't think i'd like to live somewhere that made me feel so insignificant, but, maybe i'm just crazy. Post millenial paranoia and fear of the urban society, so pockmarked by it's environs and denizens. Not for me thanks.

I feel no romanticism about the city and it's years of history and i do not see it as the centre of the universe. Should I? Or do i sound like a thirteenth century peasant? Probably both. Manchester was pleasant on Saturday evening when we were there. Good stuff in a good space. Trousers arse feck.

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