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koganbot"The old man grunted," he said to himself. He was an old man, and he'd just grunted, and it struck him that that was what old men in stories did, they grunted, or wheezed, or cackled, and looked askance. "The old man grunted." This time he said it aloud. A girl in her mid twenties laughed gaily. He hadn't seen that anyone was near him. "And what was the man grunting about?" she asked him. He noticed she'd omitted the word "old." Kind of her, he thought. "The tattoo shop," he said. "Nothing against tattoos. I almost got a tattoo when I was in the Navy. But this used to be a record store." He pointed. "Now it's for tattoos. Used to be that people went out and got music. Elvis, Carl Perkins, Dinah Washington. There'd be loudspeakers, the melody pouring into the street. Now music is hidden on hard drives. People wear tattoos, music for the eyes, I suppose, but the rhythm is gone from their walk." He stopped. "You don't have tattoos, do you?" The girl laughed. "Several, on my shoulder." She rolled up her sleeve.
tattooless un-old man & tattoofully laughing girl
Date: 2010-05-21 08:33 am (UTC)thank you.
t''t
Re: tattooless un-old man & tattoofully laughing girl
Date: 2010-05-21 01:40 pm (UTC)answering the kind query of an un-old man -
Date: 2010-05-21 03:53 pm (UTC)+ 33 C, bloody hell. (Outside).
t**t
Re: answering the kind query of an un-old man -
Date: 2010-05-23 01:46 am (UTC)weather update, let alone -report
Date: 2010-05-24 10:24 am (UTC)While listening to Weather Reoprt's Heavy Weather, natch ("Juggler" 's a beaut!).
So, to unnecessarily quote Paul Maccasir -- 'here today': lotsa wind, little rain, no fkn sunshine wots'o'evah, and rather few Celsius's too.
Yours updatefully,
t**t
the old man
Date: 2010-05-25 07:28 am (UTC)There's a lot of computers in one room so all the music has to be on earphones.