Off On One Again

A blog of no interest to anyone apart from me. Highly egotistical. Somewhat ironic that once upon a time people kept diaries secret. Now we publish to the world, even if no-one is listening (or reading). This may include stuff on Greece, history, rugby, cricket, Health and Safety, Wales, genealogy and West Hendred. It will almost certainly include complete rants about things I find amusing, interesting or annoying. There is no guarantee that anyone will share my views!

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37, forgetful, cynical, sarcastic, would like to have been a struggling artist but ended up with a PhD in chemistry. Got bored with being in the lab, fell into Health and Safety and now can't get out of science without taking a pay cut. Rather enjoying the diversion into Environmental compliance. Unfit and terminally depressed. Lovely wife Sam - just about all that keeps me together. Son Rafferty GFX Hall born 24 Oct 2005 is growing up quickly. Greyhound (Buddy), cats (PJ and Boots), tortoises (Tinkerbell and Compost). Learning Greek at Evening Classes. Play Cricket badly for Didcot CC, haven't played rugby for years and am a little annoyed about that. According to my medical, am clincially obese. Earn far too little. Completed H&S and Environmental Diplomas

September 18, 2005

The Memory of Binge

The Memory of Binge

(c) Sven Logjens 2005

Let's paint the town, she said
Black and gold and red
Something's got in her head
And she left us all for dead

Her fire burns inside
She trampled on my pride
With all the rules defied
She came to me to hide

She's too wild and free
Never tie her down
Chases every dream
Until it leaves her town
She thinks she's got her plan
But it drives her down
She thinks she's got her man
But he's scared to make a sound

She swore we'd be forever
Meant to be together
With my best endeavour
Couldn't keep her ever

I wanted to be mothered
Never trashed and smothered
All the bases covered
She walked away...

In the mirror's a stranger
Don't recognise the danger
Try to be the Lone Ranger
and it all falls apart...

On this night on the town
You won't remember a sound
Of the miserable clown
Who's world is breaking down
Yeah this night on the town
Lights and "Spinning Around"
The smile or the frown
as you world is breaking down

And you wait til the morning after
And you wait til the morning after
And you wait til the morning after

Come find me a cure

posted by Jonathan | Sunday, September 18, 2005

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