A hundred days have made me older, Since the last time that I saw your pretty face, A thousand lies have made me colder…
Now this may get a little confusing. I spent a total of 11 hours today “in transit” so I had a lot of time to think. This can be consider the random ponderings of an Australian on numerous different forms of transport.
Firstly, I have successfully arrived in London. I will stop here for a day or two to recuperate from my hectic two weeks of travel before heading back up to Leeds to deal with those assignments. The train from Killarney was easy, if not a little boring. Getting the bus to Dublin Airport was even easier. Catching the Air Lingus flight to London Heathrow was as easy, although it was a little surprising to have a fully automated check in process. (For some reason I struggle to trust myself to put that loopy sticker thingy on my bags). What surprised me as well was that getting from Heathrow to Ham and my bed for the night was the easiest of the lot. I remembered how the Underground trains work and even remebered the number bus I needed to take from Richmond station. It was all too familar.
Oh and before I go on. Remeber those gripless shoes that I have been wearing all around on my travels. Well it turns out that either they heard me slag them off and gave in or that they don’t like being treated with a level of abuse that would make Guantamino Bay Inmates squirm, but either way…they are dead. Well not 100% dead as I am still wearing them, but dead to the level that most normal people would’ve thrown them in the bin. There is daylight between my foot and the soul. I will soldier on until I get back to Leeds though. As I have a spare pair of shoes there. These shoes have had it though!
A spent a fair few hours of today sitting in the bar at Dublin Airport just thinking and drinking Guinness. To help pass the time I ended up scrolling through EVERY photo I have taken since I left Australia’s shores in early January. WOW! I really have come a long way and done a lot. Firstly there is the fact that I am slightly less hairy nowadays…but what surprises me is that already the “haired” Simon is the one that doesn’t look like me. One thing though that I started thinking about was that how everyone before I left seemed to be of the opinion that my time away will change me and I was so dead certain that it wouldn’t. Well, at half time reflection, I still don’t think it will change me, or has changed me. However, I stand firm in my belief that it will make me more secure and confident in exactly who I am.
So who am I? Well on the tube train from Heathrow I sat across from a young ‘me’. He was about 4 at the oldest and was a little Lankan/Caucasian ‘mungrel’ like me who had gone with his parents to collect his grandfather from the airport. He was a sneaky little bugger who always had a suspicious smirk on his face. Really I saw a lot of myself in this kid. It was an interesting counterpoint at the end of a day that I had thought a lot about who I actually am…
My final point in my ramblings is that amazes me how much I emotionally connect to specific music. I can hear a certain song or a certain riff and immediately identify it with a person, event, time in my life, thought or emotion. Some of the songs that ring the loudest for me are ones by 3 Doors Down, Silverchair, Sick Puppies, Muse, Oasis, Scott Cain and Eminem. For me just scrolling through my ipod, as I did today, generally ends in me reflecting on my past as so many of those songs are associated with my past in my head. It kind of shocked me to realise this…
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- This is the last song, (This is the last song). That I will dedicate to you. Made my peace and now i’m through..
- I fly like paper, get high like planes. If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name. If you come around here, I make ’em all day. I get one down in a second if you wait….
- Just a little insight won’t make this right. It’s too late to fight. It ends tonight, It ends tonight.
- Everything has changed (everything has changed), the faces stay the same (faces stay the same)…
- Come on baby, light my fire. Come on baby, light my fire. Try to set the night on fire…
- Louie louie, Oh baby I gotta go. Louie louie, Oh baby I gotta go.
- Milo Venus was a beautiful lass. She had the world in the palm of her hand. But she lost both her arms in a wrestling match…
- Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir, what what what) Voulez vous coucher avec moi
- I’m leaving for Paris, no I don’t think that I’ll see you. I’m leaving for Paris, no I don’t think that I need to. So I’m leaving for Paris, won’t you try to take care of yourself?
- Lillee’s pounding down like a machine. Pascoe’s making divots in the green. Marshy’s taking wickets. Hookesy’s clearing pickets…
- Board games have a double meaning in this caravan in Wales. You sink ships when we should be kissing. Monopoly has thrown us in jail!
- Little girl, little girl. Why are you crying? Inside your restless soul, your heart is dying.