Ah, glory

It’s a sunny day, I’ve been surfing t’net all morning at Sha’s place (free t’internet), and now we’ll go down the road to Fallowfield and find somewhere to lie down in the grass and have a bellyful of the finest of whatever British pub cuisine has to offer.
I’ve been having a listen to some old Hindi songs (circa 1956, when music was real and meaningful, and god did they sing!) and recalled some real happy choons about dying, and death, and misery, and sorrow, and death. Yes, a real swinging mood.

“Mohabbat ki jhooti kahani pe roye
badi chot khayi jawani pe roye”
:-
I cry for the false tale of love
I cry for the great wounds of youth

Advertisements
Previous Post
Leave a comment

6 Comments

  1. Ioannis

     /  3 April, 2006

    Pub food on the grass… I wish I could join!

    Reply
  2. Pub food full stop. I wish I could join. Was the Easties omnibus playing at the same time?! Or were you in one of those weird pubs that prefers to show the footie on a Sunday afternoon?!

    Reply
  3. Sounds like a great day. Gone are the relaxing days when I would lie in the grass with a shandy. Now, I have the kids running over me instead with a much stronger beverage in my hands.

    Reply
  4. Uplifting as ever Naz

    Reply
  5. I blame somebody for my increasingly ‘panda-istic’ belly :@

    Reply
  6. Morning~~~xx

    Reply

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: