As I Lay

As I lay there, I watch with cold indifference the branches that sway before me. I choose this moment, this time, this now. I choose this as the time for the path to open.




My leaking soul colours my world and perception becomes more than it ever was. Is a passing from one path to another always fraught with the fear of change?




In my movement, there are no edges any more. A path through the wooded knowledge or all that once was cannot calm me. Pastures new await me and their call is a siren song.






I go.

Drunk and Loving the A-Team

Title pretty much says it all.
I have been knocking back the cheapCarlsberg I bought at Tesco earlier.
Watched Match of the Day and saw Samir Nasri make the Fulham players look like complete tits while taking Arsenal to the top of the league - so the evening started well.
Then I tried to watch Vertigo after several beers and while fiddling on the laptoipo. Next thing I know its 20 minutes in and I've watched none of it.
So Vertigo goes and instead the last 2 episodes of The A-Team Season 3 go in.
Now I love this show. Not in an ironic "Oh look at how cheesy this all is, let's laugh at how they kill no-one."
NO.
I really love this show. I grew up watching it Saturday tea times and have plowed my way through the boxset of season 1-3 whenever I've had a break in my regularly scheduled entertainment.
It's wonderful, a proper family action show. Murdock was always my favourite, but I find I appreciate Face and the shit he goes through much more now.
All I need to do is buy the final 2 seasons and I'm going to be one happy bunny.