May contain a heavy dose of Jim Kerr
And…fuck he’s making it hard! It’s a phenomenal write-up…and the thing I actually love most about him…despite all the silly ogling. I think I am genuinely in love with this man… Oh, how I want to reply. To say SOMETHING…if nothing more than “Wow!” and “Thank you!” You know…all that thought-provoking stuff that would have…
Awoke to the news of the loss of a true music industry great. George forged an amazing career in music, starting out with success with the Easybeats and on to Vanda and Young (Dutchman Harry Vanda being his long-time collaborator and song-writing partner), producing AC/DC albums for younger brother, Angus and more music chart success…
“Didn’t want to be your Simple Minds”….Wasteland (Kinda how the fandom is feeling, waiting for news…)
Peaking in UK skies on Friday and Saturday….but hopefully not too late tonight. We have a good chance for clear skies tonight, so I’m “goon oot” to have a gander tonight. Hope I can spot something. I shall go out, lay on the lawn and see… Always wanted to do something in astronomy when I…
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I feel I actually made improvements today. I am feeling much better about what I did with the angel. She may just be ready to ship to Oz by my birthday…
Well, it is day one of “Operation Stay Away” … and although I may not like, comment, or post to the visitor wall, I can share a link to a post here. Oh…he is looking good…and a left side profile shot too…he knows what he’s doing! Today feels good. I feel better. Stronger today. I…
As I finally listen to the song…and take in the lyrics…I always read something in them. The sense of an ending…him speaking to me. What *ARE* we going to do with me? I don’t know, Jim… I’m a lost cause. I’m sorry if I ever bothered you, or if you got fed up. I apologise….
Except there is no “prize”. Well, maybe the prize of…self-fulfilment in having created something vaguely artistic. It still feels like therapy. Painful therapy that I’m not sure really helps at all any more, but in fact PROLONGS agony.
I prepare myself to go. Ready to walk away. Leave him be. At least take a break until my birthday…or just after. See if it is possible to give up a drug I am finding myself increasingly addicted to… And then… It’s like he knew… You….just had to bring up the subject of birds, didn’t…
Been fannying around tonight…doing silly stuff and just…playing…keeping the creative juices flowing…