It would've been alright if the person who sits to the left me at work was a relentless gobshite, but he isn't. And he's on holiday for the next two weeks anyway. So there's not even that benefit.
Still - and while I am no way suggesting that it's equivalent to having a genuine, long standing hearing impairment - it makes you realise that there's a lot of good things about life that it's easy to take for granted.
In other news:
Starting to gradually listen to more music again, and not just while drunk. That might tail off, as it has in the past, but not yet.
I'm just putting it on in the background while doing other things - reading, surfing the 'net - and not getting too hung up on feeling like I have to dissect or think of something interesting to say about every second of every song.
I've mainly been listening to REM (Document), New Order (Technique), the Happy Mondays (Pills, Thrills and Bellyaches, Bummed) and The Smiths (all four of their studio albums). White guys with guitars. F*ck yeah!
The Smiths were a band that i'd always dipped in and out of and enjoyed, without ever becoming a 'fan' as such. Again, I think there was almost a feeling of them being a bit too clever for me. Whose the little chav from the council estate trying to kid?
But they're a natural fit. Ask, Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me, Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now, How Soon Is Now?.
As a bedroom bound bachelor of 20+ years, how could they not be?
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