I feel so much Spring

On my way back from Walthamstow Central on the Victoria line I sat down across from an extremely inebriated middle-aged gentleman who was busy informing the mostly empty train carriage in a heavy Irish accent that he was celebrating Rugby Day (he pronounced it "Rug-a-bee"). He changed his seat to sit next to me and, over the crattle-crattle of the moving train, introduced himself as Mickey (he had fingers as thick as turnips), proceeded to tell me about his job (a scaffolder), the reason he's not married (what kind of a man would he be if he worked a dangerous job like that with a family relying on him) and would I like to join him for a pint at The Green Man (a pub at Oxford Circus). Without waiting for an answer he then launched into the history of the scaffolding profession, and finally when that had come to an end, he reiterated his invitation for a pint. It was only then that he asked my name. I replied that my name was Angela, I had just been up at my fiancee's flat who ran a company that tested trampolines for quality, and that I had an unexplainable fear of scaffolding that tended to trigger nausea so could he kindly refrain from talking about it.

I did a tremendous amount of walking today, surprisingly enough, I did so mostly without my ipod. I hadn't realized before how the music, the constant sound, the flush of chord progressions, the lyrics, all limited my thinking just a little. Not in the sense of actually impeding my view of the world around me or my interactions with it, but just keeping things at bay that otherwise might get attention.
A good day for walking. A good day for udon, for another white sky, for Ben Folds Five, for Trockadero dancers with questionable Adams apples, for singing alone.


Wake up, without a care. Your head's not heavy, conscience clear
Sins are all forgiven here, yours and mine
Fear has gone without a trace
It's the perfect time, it's the perfect place
Nothing hurting nothing sore. No one suffers anymore,
The doctor's found a simple cure
Just in time

[Chorus]
All these things if I were King would all appear around me
The world will sing when I am King
The world will sing when I am King

-Great Big Sea