smokingboot

So we're done 2013, we're almost done.

There was a questionaire but it's too long winded;

What shall I remember?
Oz in it's magical entirety, Granada and my mother so happy, Whitby and chocolates and dogs and victoriana and the sea. Hard exams under the sea. Kindness and the gentle forest.

What shall I forget? Infrastructure and this government, the bold arrival of Huxley's Brave New World shored up by the Newspeak of 1984. By the time it announced itself, we were too lost to know what to do. They are callous through stupidity, this bunch of Eton mess swilling tuck shop nourished schoolboys; they will destroy our landscape through their dedication to money, the only wisdom they know. I will forget it all one day, but not before I have voted to get rid of them. They serve cruel and irrational masters. Hell, I would vote UKip if it got them out of power, that is how dangerous and how stupid I consider them to be.

And the lyrics that sum up the year?

'Love's a risk,
Quite the little Escapoligist
Looked so miffed,
When you wished,
For a thousand places better than this,

You are the fugitive,
But you dont know what you're runnin from,
You cant kid us,
And you couldnt trick anyone,
Houdini, love you don't know what you're runnin away from,

Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?
Blinded by nostalgia,
Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?

She was enraged by the way,
That the emperor put traps in the cage,
And the days being dull,
Lead to nights readin beer bottles,

You're such a fugitive,
But you dont know what you're runnin from,
You cant kid us,
And you couldnt trick anyone,
Houdini, love you dont know what you're runnin away from,

Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up?
Blinded by nostalgia,
Who wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up?

You're at a loss,
Just because,
It wasnt all that you thought it was...

Rubies on my fingers, love and friendship downstairs...

You have been strange and gentle, hard and healing, 2013. Sleep now. Tomorrow comes.