‘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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Day 22 – Something You Wish You Hadn’t Done in Your Life

Another day and another challenge. I’ve already worked my way up in to the twenties, which means I haven’t got long left until this month-long challenge is complete! I’m going to try and approach these remaining days as spontaneous and instinctively as possible. Without giving too much and allowing an answer to come through naturally; acknowledging and accepting it.

Day 22 – Something I Wish I Hadn’t Done in My Life

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Six Days Later

Continuing on from Being Friends, there was actually one piece of information that I forgot to include near the end of that story. I mentioned that I’d eaten quorn sausages the night before. What I forgot to add was that, the next morning, my stomach was roaring inside! I wasn’t in any great pain (a little discomfort) and I’ve definitely felt worse in the past but, I decided to try and hold it in for those final hours as I feared it was one of those that was ‘going to make a mess’ and, probably leave a bad smell in her bathroom… It felt like a large cloud of wind, if I’m honest! Generally speaking though, I have concerns over using anyone’s toilet that wasn’t my own.

Bear with me because, there is relevance to this…

When I first met ‘Jan’, I was still very nervous around her. Even in times where I felt comfortable with her, there were awkward silences. In order to try to fill these (without knowing what to say), I would try to make light of the situation or discussion and some kind of joke (as my dad has always done – he seems to have a ‘way’ with women although, thinking about it now, he’s equally as good at p***ing people off…). Jan’s stomach often made noises in the time that I’d known her. Whether she was hungry or full; she cited her medication as the cause and I would gently humour it to try and ease her embarrassment; kindly asking her to be quiet, to keep the noise down or just to go ‘ssshhhhh‘ while the TV was on. She would genuinely laugh with me each time so, I saw no reason to stop. I thought she liked it. Continue reading