Entry for July 15, 2007

It is day two of the Sausage Festival at Chez AlanB. As I mentioned yesterday, I have a red meat crisis in my fridge, and I had to invite some of my greediest friends round for a bit of a carnivorous frenzy. We scoffed sausages in the late sun and then one by one we fell from our seats and rolled around on the grass clutching our bellies and moaning softly in the twilight. From a distance we may have looked like a head of crown green bowls.
Earlier in the day, I watched the Marillion DVD which the Couch Potato bought me for my birthday present. CP and me go back further than I would like to admit, and I can rely on him to buy me a present that I would have bought for myself, if only I had spent the time to think about what I actually want. It was an odd experience watching the DVD. I haven't really listened to Marillion much since my late teens; and seeing them again after all this time, stirred up a ton of emotions that aren't entirely linked with the music. But music does that doesn't it? It's wired into your neurons, and when you hear something that meant so much to you, it sets off links that have been dormant for years.
I remembered queuing at the concerts, seeing the singer - scarf around his face - outside the Barrowlands. I remember, my signed album sleeve. I remembered my group of friends that knocked about in my late teens, playing Dungeons and Dragons, and listening to rock music, and eating biscuits and cheese that my mum prepared for us every night. I remember jotters covered with track listings. And blazers with badges that meant everything at the time.
So, as I write this, you find me rather happy/sad. I am full of both reminiscences and sausages.