Can't explain it too well other than to say it's a bit like tuning out of a radio station. (unless of course you've gone digital) You can hear the show but it's muffled by other noise. It was on Magic FM (well i am 40) but now it's slipped to some dodgy Pirate ragger station with enthusiastic MC's giving loud 'shout outs over the tunes. Either that or the shipping forecast.
It's that nagging 'can't be arsed' and melancholy deep down feeling. I've had a decent run and haven't really felt like that for a while. Instead it's been filled by enthusiasm and hope. Today that slipped somewhat and the Old me was fighting hard to come back. As Shaw Taylor used to say on Police 5, "keep em peeled".
God Police 5 has just given me a memory flashback to being about 6 years old. Sundays. Early morning down to Maidenhead swimming pool with my Dad in his massive 70's purple paisley trunks. Him chucking us into the deep end. Massive chlorine farts after. Sunday lunch in Bardney Close with the cream leather 70's sofas and purple flower power curtains and beige thick carpets. Mum serving Sunday Roast through the serving hatch. (Every house had a serving hatch in the 70's) or wheeling it out on the Tefal Tea trolley, that of course would hardly ever be used and the wheels were always buggered anyway making it almost impossible to wheel anywhere other than sideways.
Police 5 on TV at lunchtime, (an early form of Crimewatch) with Shaw Taylor looking like a dodgy Uncle in wide lapelled cream suit perching on a desk with some sweaty coppers in the background on phones or eating donuts, pointing straight at you like you've done something wrong looking at the camera telling us to 'watch out' for crime or to 'keep them peeled'. This was always followed by 'The Big Match' where the host Brian Moore looked like he'd borrowed Shaw Taylor''s suits and they presented from a beige studio which looked like the inside of an Indian Restaurant. All carpeted beige walls and cream leather chairs.
Then my old man would be spread out on the floor in some kind of roll neck, with all the papers covering him and snoring loudly as my Mum washed up and my brothers and I watched 'The smurfs', then listened to the charts on a small Radio. Sundays in the 70's - all from remembering Police 5.
Oh back to today. Not much happened really;
Woke up
Took 7.1 minutes for my morning glory to subside
Drove to Essex
Smoked Fags and drank diet coke
Worked
Smiled at all the boys in the office constantly eating doughnuts, sandwiches, biscuits and muffins throughout the day. It is a 1970's police station
Drove home
smoked fags drank diet coke
Bought turbo trainer
Cycled at home whilst watching a free climbing film
sweated like a 13 year old girl on Jim'll Fix it
Did some work
Buggered around on computer
End of Day
See I've got no chat, no jokes and no banter today. Lets just leave it at that shall we? Obviously if this is your first time reading this blog then you'll probably be thinking 'what a load of crap', 'why would i be interested in reading more?' - Trust me it gets better but some days when you just can't be arsed i have to write 'i can't be arsed'. Maybe tomorrow or this week i'll pull an absolute stormer out the bag. Stick with it. You'll miss me when i'm gone.
It's one of those 'just knock that sodding blog out' type entries. Obviously I'm in need of a holiday after all i've been back a whole 5 weeks.
Tired.
Bed
End
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