Well I'm on my way; I don't know where I'm going

Look I know this blog isn’t a music blog - but I can’t pass up sharing good covers.

I swim in nostalgia and I guess that’s a function of my age. It’s funny, and if you haven’t worked this out yet let me tell you, it’s funny that it doesn’t matter how many miles are on the clock, on the inside the gauge is a steady number. The flip you talkin’ about Willis?

Today on Facebook - a place I hardly ever go except to find out where we’re drawing this month - a school friend of mine posted a photo of herself with her grandchild. I was shocked that my school friend had aged. Of course, she had; it’s been quite a bit of water under the bridge since we were at school together but it hadn’t occurred to me she would have aged.

Tell me ageing doesn’t surprise you when you notice it happening.

Another work year has come to a close for me. With Covid lockdowns and the general complexity of the place where I work, I really need a change. Probably just to change me really; set boundaries because I haven’t been doing that.

So time for me to crack open a rare beer, crank up the BTS on the telly, and lose myself in their beautiful work. I know that’s probably not really your cup of tea so here is Julio down by the schoolyard to put a spring in your festive steps.

When my diction is such a disgrace

When I hear The Proclaimers, I have so many thoughts and memories. They are woven through my life and this blog. Their music, their wonderful concerts, their harmonies.

This song always makes me think of my dear friend Craig Kincaid. I met him in Melbourne in my early days there - maybe even before I’d decided to stay. I remember meeting him at the launch of one of the Harry Potter books that Fox was involved with. We were at Federation Square and he asked me what I did, how I earned a crust. I told him I was independently wealthy. Years later he admitted that he kind of believed me, though he wasn’t sure, but I sure did look the part in my red coat and all the time I had on my hands.

His Scottish accent was gorgeously thick and he used to get so annoyed that people (Fox mostly) couldn’t understand what he was saying most of the time. Until we got used to him, or his accent thinned out, or something.

Anyway, I can’t listen to Craig and Charlie sing “Throw the R Away” and not at least think of our Craig.