Scratch

Here you will find older scratches, musings and other detritus that once were located on the front pages, but have now faded.

Filed away here to collect dust and cobwwwebs in perpetuity, links may break, facts may change and data may corrupt.

On occasion I may come down here to tidy, but for the most, I prefer to leave the past where it lies.

Wide Boys from Honalee

We were out walking along the high street earlier when the honking of a horn and a gesticulating arm drew our attention to a car stuck at some traffic lights. This is not an uncommon occurence round our way, nor for that matter was the car - silver BMW, blacked out windows, rotating alloys accompanied with the all pervasive dull thud of bass that wouldn't be out of place in some of the larger clubs.

Usually, I make a point of not looking in vehicles as described in an effort to preserve my personal health, but today however I happened to look in on the passenger side as we passed and to my suprise, I saw a young girl in the front, the father still shouting out of the window, singing along to the stereo.

Through the base I realised that the song was not the usual tales of sex, drugs etc that I would've (perhaps wrongly) expected given the cars description, but the story of one Puff the Magic Dragon and his escapades in the autumn mist. Annoyingly, I now envisage Puff and Jackie Piper dressed in bling and roaming the streets late at night. All credit to a 30ish yo wide boy for having the strength of character to listen to childrens songs, but I wish my memories weren't so corruptable. Is nothing sacred?

9 Apr 2004 20:38 | (0) comments | London

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