Him Indoors tries to keep me updated on things. We’ve been a bit gloomy on a couple of occasions this year because he’s had a couple of good friends die, maybe this has influenced his mood talking to me. Today he heard of another chap who he worked with at BASF for twenty five years, not directly with, but a colleague in a big organization whom he respected in many ways.
I think its set him thinking a bit about his past, those days that seem like yesterday but actually began over forty years ago.
You all well know he’s not a man for looking back, (The Maestro has always said ‘Don’t Look Back” and The Boss really is someone who refuses to do so) but he’s been doing a bit of it this evening when we sat together.
I ought to tell you I’m feeling very kind towards the Old Fella at the moment because he ran out of my boring dry food when the vets failed to order in time! So, I the other weekend I lived very well, thank you. First up, some free-range chicken breast served with the remaining contents of my tin of “wet food” (which is seriously nice!). Then, in the evening, the chap cooked another free -range chicken breast just for me but added some lovely sardines & olive oil! Hey hey rock’n’roll this is the life I thought!!
The next day this was followed with the remainder of my chicken breast plus a rather tasty bit of his rump steak added to it with some wet food and fresh vegetables. I was well pleased and looking forward to the next evening. But, blow me, it was back to the dry food and just a little wet food and no chicken, no steak, no sardines – so boring and disappointing!
Him Indoors, because he became a bit reflective, started talking about his early days at BASF. Apparently he joined(1976) just as tape cassettes were starting to be sold. Of course, nobody understood them (it’s a bit like “platforms” for music these days) and the record industry thought they belonged to the devil! He was a rep so he drove “bloody miles” (his words) seeing lots of independent record shops.
Also, apparently he is to blame for pushing them into supermarkets, starting with Asda.
His life has been taken over by Festival approaching. He doesn’t really panic – except when Bob Dylan Europe shows are announced – but he has been distinctly twitchy in the days before it began.
I’ve tried to get this finished before I lost him for those ten Festival days but failed. So I’ll sign off in hunger and loneliness and then report on his ten days of being manic in one go, to save my wonderful fans of being completely bored with it over several times. Once will be enough, I am certain.
Woof! Woof!
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