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Much e-mailing and phone-calling has taken place over the last few hours in preparation for my return home from work. All being well I'll be day-tripping to Glas-Vegas (Glasgow) on Monday and meeting up with two old college friends.
As much as I'm looking forward to that, I'm also having to take work home with me. I have a meeting with my boss on February 1st and need to be more prepared than I am - I hate working at home though, and it shall more than likely get thrown to the side until a few hours before I need to leave. Then I'll be screwed - it's amazing that I know this is what I shall want to do, and I know that I shouldn't do it. I also know that it is what will happen.
Whenever I get this close to the end of a trip, my anticipation builds up and I keep checking the weather conditions and flight situations every fews hours or so...they rarely change, and they always suck - I'll check them anyway though, I'm a creature of habit.
Morrissey is touring Scotland in April, I'd like to get tickets to see him. I loved the Smiths and Morrissey's new solo stuff is damn good as well, "You Are The Quarry" is his most recent studio album. Encourages everyone to check it out
Found this online, and I love it.
The Day You Went Away
Jason Quek
8 Dec 2004
I was travelling home in a crowded bus, staring out of the window to my left. New construction sites have taken over the 2 kilometres of lush green fields that carpetted the route I travel almost every day. A sickening dense of rusty steel rods, concrete foundations, lorries, cement mixers, changing the world. Workers bent over their work, with tools and buckets, with well-worn large grey hats that hid their faces from the world, and the sun.
I then looked up and was momentarily transfixed by the contrast of ground and sky. It seemed like someone mixed a tumbler of white water colour and splashed it against a canvas of baby-blue. An invisible paintbrush messed the splashes, and the wind blew the swirls and the curls across the surface of the dome.
I wonder if the construction workers ever look up to see the heaven artistry. A gift to all, but few enjoy. The weather is turning cool. Drop your hats. Look up. Look up.
Soon, the constructions sites will turn into tall buildings that will block out even more of what precious little sky I have left. But for the moment, it was for me to enjoy. What is on the other side of the sky? I wished I could breathe in those clouds.
For the rest of the journey Wendy whispered into my ear.
Obviously Credit to the author Jason Quek, beloved host of GenerationTerrorists.com.
I'll be the one to show you the way, You'll be the one to always complain