Life goes on....for some

Well, a few more days have passed since Monsieur Merde tried and failed to send Jack off to meet his maker. Sleep is still not coming too easily and now at last after what, 10 days, the aches and pains have subsided to a point where a daily dosage of Ibuprofen is no longer necessary. The car has also been authorised to be repaired at around £4500, which gives an indication I guess of the damage done. Lucky it was only a month old then.


One of the strange things is the way Kid and Pie have reacted to the whole thing. I’m not sure if its genetic pragmatism inherited from their Mum, the fact that neither drive or just the malleable nature of the teenage mind rendering its repair process to be quicker, but after the initial hysteria and shock dissipated, both have just got back on with their lives with minimum fuss. This makes me feel even worse, because it’s taken me so long for the shock to get to the point where normality is in sight.

Is it age and our greater sense of mortality that does this to us? Have I tripped unwittingly over yet another apparent disadvantage of ageing? Or is it an advantage, one which feeds an increasing sense of awareness around danger, perhaps even paranoia? Is this why parents fuss so much, because as we get older and ‘one day closer to death’, as Pink Floyd so memorably sang, that our appreciation of the tenuous grip we all have on life is even more acute?

On another Floyd note, I’d just like to express my own sadness at the passing of Richard Wright, a key member of my all time favourite band. Richard Wright was the quiet one of the band, happily sitting in the background and courting publicity unwittingly, and yet providing some of the best creative input, contributing to the ‘sound’ of Pink Floyd which so set them aside from anything before or since. He was 65, no age to die, and throughout all of the troubles fought publicly and privately by the band, he was the one who’s dignity and charm stood out. His death puts paid to any true reunion of this great band. Roger Waters and Dave Gilmour have bickered and prevaricated over such a reunion for years now, well now it’s too late. And that’s a shame as a lot of fans have never seen them or had the chance to bid them adieu. I’ve seen them 6 times in all, and each was utterly awesome, far more than just a rock concert, more a piece of performance art. Music sits a poorer place with Richard Wright’s loss.


Later , GJ.

PS – happier posts to come, but there’s an exam coming up (eeeek) and yet another week in France revising. Then life will hopefully be truly back to normal