Perhaps they did and I didn't hear them? Perhaps I never met anyone who knew? Off into the wilds we go with a hand drawn map and a rusty penknife. And so this aging bastard lays himself down to sleep with just a hint of concern at what what the next slice of futurity will consist in.
Friday, 20 February 2015
question
Today has been a long and, in some ways, difficult day, so this post will be short and will just record a question that I asked myself while crammed into an excessively crowded train as it rattled through the Peak District towards Manchester: Why (when I was young) didn't the older people tell me what life would be like?
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When I was small my grandad lived next door - he was the only real adult friend I had as a child - he didn't tell me what it would be like to be grown up but he did show me how to live - he had a very warn penknife - I miss him
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