This just musing and possible insight into the workings of a fractured mind, not just mine.
“Here I go again on my own.” by Whitesnake. Used to play this song when I was doing the hovering in the Bonesgate Pub back in the eighties. Nine in the morning, on my own, normally hung-over – at least I had the keys to the Jukebox and it didn’t cost me anything. I think it was a quid for three in those days. So there I was leaving a rock club in Ahoghill at midnight stone cold sober, taxi waiting at the door and all on my lonesome. This is not a problem for me by the way. It only makes the bigger picture a lot more clearer.
After a whole day of tormenting myself should I go – shouldn’t I, what if, what about what if. I’d spent the day with my Mum at Ikea so this afforded me some welcome company and much parting of cash. I…
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