‘How Soon is Now?’ – The Smiths

This song was featured on Radio 2 earlier today as I pushed myself through my first working Monday for about a month.

They seem to play it once every so often. For me, each time I hear this song is a reminder of the final day of my first college course.

That very first ‘riff’ (if that’s what it is – the guitar-noise that sounds like a whine…) as the song kicks off fills my mind with the monochrome image of our small group of no more than ten, sat inside one of the local pubs at lunchtime.

Instantly, my mind’s eye turns to a friend I never really knew; one of those people you feel a connection with and what to know but, for your own fears and reservations, you hold yourself back and, naturally, you drift away in separate directions. We had a mutual interest in music and our two favourite bands (yes, Incubus was one of them! ;-)). When this song came on over the jukebox, he was pestering another member of our class (who was a Morrissey fan) to know what this track was called. I didn’t know either but, I was equally as intrigued. Just not as confident to actively stake my interest amongst the crowd.

I think back to those days and how I used to travel with the group to the pub. Sitting amongst them yet still, feeling like an outsider. I used to be quite good at pool and, as a kid, we had our own snooker table at home (plus the space to use it). I’ll never forget the old couple who were in there every lunchtime. That old, bearded man, never short of a pint in one hand, cue in the other. Then, there was his wife… She must’ve been close to 70 yet, she still managed to wipe the floor with me on the green felt!!

I quite miss pool and snooker and only now spend time in pubs for either an alcohol-free drink with someone or, being fortunate where I live, we have a selection of pubs close-by offering good meals at reasonable prices.

I’m not a fan of Morrissey but, that’s beside the point; this post is about what this song means to me, as I return to June of 2006. 🙂

(Deftones did a good cover of another song that I like as well.)

Read on for the lyrics.

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Poem: ‘One More Day’

I’ve got some walking to do today and I did manage to take some photos yesterday afternoon that I need to share with you some time… I also have less than two weeks to finish my short story when I’ve not even put that first letter on the page! That’s going to take some priority over the coming week, in case I did create an absence from this space. I’m only looking for around 3,000 words but, I’d like to get a draft in to my tutor this week, as there are a few places from which I could certainly start this story.

To start the day off, I’d like to share with you the last of my four poems from this week so far. This was also a contender to be read aloud in class:

One More Day

As one week ends
The weekend begins
A chance to unwind
There will always be time

Monday morning
Work must begin
Pressure is mounting
Do you sink or swim?

Three days left with
Breathing space ahead
After a long day at work
It’s only time for bed

Wednesday night
My page remains blank
Just a blinking cursor
No fish in my think-tank

 

Water Bored

How I wish I’d taken my camera with me to my writing course earlier today. Not to photograph any of the beautiful people that I share this time with but, for some of the sites in and around Bristol, with all the flooding that’s causing havoc around the south-west of England! Driving in to the city, it was only ever ‘raining’ and nothing more. By the time I parked up and left my van though, I could see it was falling sideways and at some speed. There was a part of me that wanted to hide away in the parking lot for the next two hours but, having previously missed two sessions thanks to anxiety, I realised that I had come this far and, after a walk less than five-minutes in length, I was soaked right through my new jacket and jeans. Spending two hours sat indoors with soggy socks and wet shoes wasn’t that pleasant.

But, I had a story to read – or, at least, that was the idea…

In a couple of evenings, I’d managed less than two paragraphs of words – the second of which, was only completed after I arrived home this evening; minutes before leaving the printer and joining me on a journey in to the city! There’s no title and I don’t know if I’ll ever work on this again but, I thought I’d share it with you now, as my tutor had some pleasing words to say.

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