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Strange days, as the summer dies and real life looms its head in the horizon and I decide I may be in love with someone inconvenient and impossible -no difference, then. I put myself in these situations where I end up alone pining for someone unreachable (someone, I hasten to say, you do not know and who will not read this). Funny how we all repeat certain patterns of behaviour and find ourselves at the same point of the spiral, time and again. I see it in others all the time and it is a bit strange. I see it in myself and it is very, very strange.
ION I'm still here; went to the Open Day of the West Dean Guitar fest, which was very good but made me a bit nostalgic for similar but both less grand and posh (see that lobster telephone? that's the real Daí thing, don't go near it)l and more soul-nourishing events in the past. Cannot go to the full thing, at over a thousand pounds for the week, but it is perhaps better that way. One day only and mostly as an spectator. The social dynamics in WD are so different to the old Cannington/Bath/Oatridge guitar summer events I am not sure I would enjoy a whole week in their company.
ION I'm still here; went to the Open Day of the West Dean Guitar fest, which was very good but made me a bit nostalgic for similar but both less grand and posh (see that lobster telephone? that's the real Daí thing, don't go near it)l and more soul-nourishing events in the past. Cannot go to the full thing, at over a thousand pounds for the week, but it is perhaps better that way. One day only and mostly as an spectator. The social dynamics in WD are so different to the old Cannington/Bath/Oatridge guitar summer events I am not sure I would enjoy a whole week in their company.
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