Mann

Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night

Nope, all these years and I still have no idea what the lyrics mean? I do know however, that when I hear the song  ..it takes me straight back to basic training. Including tastes and smells. The taste of a compo breakfast eaten out of a mess tin in the middle of a pine wood in winter. The smells of boot and floor polish...hours spent buffering floors and spit polish and heated spoon to get the boots shiny enough to see face in....or they would be launched out of a top floor window...by a crazed intake sergeant....the bed blocks, squared to perfection...absolutely  pointless ..but a necessary part of gaining pride and discipline. The smell of the oil on an smg. The smell of the locker and pristine layout for inspection. One song can do all that? Yes it can...and much more. Isn't music wonderful.

Bubble

I have always had this theory, that most people live in a bubble. They only look one  way. They don't look up. They don't look down. Just see what they had to see. I had a chat with an ' In' campaigner today. It was apparent within two minutes that his opinion was selfish. When i mentioned the two world wars that millions died in...he shocked me...saying he was ex army. That actually sickened me. I was polite. Wished him good look ...and walked away. He admitted he had not done all of his home work, had no answers to the civil liberties immigration and economic guess work... What made it worse, was an old lady very well spoken , walked past, saying...well done chaps. She no doubt has property abroad. Sad. Coffee . p.s. .look up in derby and see the lamp. Look down and see the tribute to a brave policeman. Farewell Great Britain. RIP.