Alastair Cook has retired. This isn't how I thought it would happen. I assumed he would die before he retired. I rehearsed in my mind how I would react to the death of this amazing guy who had reported through the Depression, WW II, the Cold War, the dotcom era and S11. Whose friends had mainly died 20-30 years ago...
But Alastair, how dare you
retire! No eulogy for you!
Listening to Letter from America on Radio National was one of the reasons to go back to Australia.
In other news, Radio National has been dubbed
boring as batshit. I hope they don't drop it. Background Briefing and The Music Show were indispensible to me.
Mailed out a bunch of parcels. Bought myself a smartphone. Battery life is crap but I can kiss my Palm goodbye (said the actress to the bishop).
Trained OrD - nice to see such an enthusiastic group.
Listening to Brickbat by Billy Bragg.
I ought to leave enough hot water
For your morning bath, but i'd not thought
I hate to hear you talk that way
But i can't bring myself to say i'm sorry
The past is always knocking incessant
Trying to break through into the present
We have to work to keep it out
But i won't be the first to say it's over
I used to want to plant bombs at the last night of the proms
But now you'll find me with the baby, in the bathroom,
With that big shell, listening for the sound of the sea
I steal a kiss from you in the supermarket
I walk you down the aisle, you fill my basket
And through it all, the stick i take is worth it for the love we make
I used to want to plant bombs at the last night of the proms
But now you'll find me with the baby, in the bathroom,
With that big shell, listening for the sound of the sea,
The baby and me
I stayed in bed, alone, uncertain
Then i met you, you drew the curtain
The sun came up, the trees began to sing
The light shone in on everything.
I love you.
The sun came up, the trees began to sing
The light shone in on everything.
I love you.
