Ill Met By Moonlight
January 4, 2010Our happy hero creaks into action, fires up the Zoom and commences this latest offering in the continuing saga, in petty detail, of a life lived. Swiftly dispensing with Happy Holiday festivities, he then proceeds to muse upon his dislike of moonlight, his brother’s health issues, bookish matters and the general trashiness of neighbourhood inhabitants – those who dwell in the higher floors of Paradise Towers naturally being excluded from his harsh judgements. Enjoy!
Outro music: Alison Moyet – Voice – ‘La Chanson Des Vieux Amants’.
Direct download: Episode_013.mp3
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I agree with you, Paul. Moonlight is creepy. Moonlight always feels alien and cold to me. Maybe because it’s sunlight reflected from a dead pile of dust. Spooky, as Dame Edna says.
I’ll be interested to see how you react to retirement. I can’t imagine not working but I envy your pension plan. I have no pension through work. I just try to sock away as much money as I can.
I took a trip to the post office today. In Canada, or at least in this province, there are not stamp vending machines. So to buy 10 stamps I had to wait behind a woman looking up a postal code and a confused senior trying to mail an open box. Hmmm… I think I smell job protection. That’s why they won’t allow vending machines. It’s ridiculous.
I read a great book about the British home front during WWII. I find that period fascinating. How people could take the bombardments and the rationing, I’ll never know. There must have been many more selfless people back then. Can you imagine rationing now?
Anyway, happy 2010 and I hope to hear many more of your episodes this year. Take care.