It is peculiar. I have this month purchased tickets to go and see concerts with (a) Gary Numan, and (b) Marillion. These are both artists that I was interested in back at school. More than a quarter of a century ago actually. I fear that my tastes have moved on little in those 25 years, which is a bit of a worrying thought.
I like to think that life is a bit of a journey, where we meander along untrodden roads, picking up new experiences, learning new things and walking forward into new territories, always growing. But, if my ticket purchases are anything to go by, life is not like that at all. It is not a path of bucolic country lanes that I am wandering down, but rather I am swimming around a goldfish bowl, looking again and again at the same scenery, and seeking out the same experiences over and over.
Soon, someone will notice I have fin rot and flush me down the toilet. I will probably be humming Are Friends Electric? as I disappear around the U bend.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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