… I really haven’t had much that I wanted to say, and what I thought of posting was so downbeat I thought better of it. There is enough doom, gloom and misery in the world without old uncle Tim bunging fuel onto an already raging inferno.
So, dear reader, you must be thinking, is he going to be cheerful? The answer is “Yes”. Although at the moment I seem to miss Laing every waking hour, every sleepless minute and every sleep disturbed second I am feeling better about myself. I am also wanting to date other guys and am finding my preconceived notion of “my type” to be, as it always has been through my life, totally at variance with what catches my eye.
No, my problem is the rest of the world.
I see a guy may 70 something puffing on a cigarette and I want to tell him what I think of him for (a) being a smoker, (b) being the age he is and (c) worst of all being alive.
Then there are just those families and coach parties that invade London for their Christmas shopping. They fill up the Tube. They stand at the top or bottom of the escalator making it hard to manoeuvre one’s way around them, and they also suddenly stop dead in their tracks and I almost send them flying as I walk at a pretty good pace.
I know this is seen by some as Tim’s “Bah, humbug” over Christmas, but I find this time of year horribly commercial, devoid of any real sense of the religious (Christian and Pagan) history. I can’t wait for this time to be over and done with also for the simple reason it is going to be number one in the sequence of CWL (Christmas Without Laing).
I almost feel like giving my emotions a good flagellation with one of my favourite songs I have accumulated as the sound track of my life, Jacque Brel’s “Ne me quitte pas”, very poorly rendered into English as “If you go away”. In the original, there is no if about it. It is a plea not be left alone. Instead, it’s going to be more positive and less heart and gut wrenching, possibly “The bed’s too big without you”. I have also spent a lot of money on dvds yesterday
(1) Dalek Invasion of Earth (William Hartnell as the Doctor1964)
(2) Les enfants terribles (1950 based on the book by Jean Cocteau about a strange and incestuous sibling relationship)
(3) Flash Gordon (1980 with Beefcake eye candy Sam J Jones as Flash in the campest version possible)
(4) Never on Sunday (1960) - just say Melina Mercouri to those of a certain age. She makes being a whore seem like a positive career choice.
(5) The Lives of Others (2206) - the story of the Stasi spying on the East German citizens, which has a painful twist of the knife into the emotional open wound at the end.
I’ve watched three already while changing the bed and washing the bedclothes, I’ll probably make it four before bedtime, unless I really can’t get enough of a fix.
Two of these Laing would not have approved of or understood my interest in them. Thank heavens we were not clones of each other.
