For some reason, since returning from my holidays I've had little to no enthusiasm for writing. Whether it's the sub-zero temperatures, the depression/rage brought on by the unrelentingly grim news, the burst water pipe that knocked out our heating system for several days, or just my usual slothfulness, I'm not sure (and the probable answer is "all of the above") but the thought of sitting down with my notebook and trying to construct a coherent, let alone a sparkling or witty, sentence fills me with a profound aversion. I suddenly remember that spot of grease in the kitchen that urgently requires cleaning. It can't wait, even for a second! I'd love to start scribbling, but it won't clean itself! And that tiniest of smears will not only spread and transform our kitchen into a fetid pigsty, but will, if left untended, germinate a plague that could wipe out the population of the country! I need bleach! Where's the goddamn bleach?!
So it goes: to avoid writing, excuses pile on top of excuses until the whole house gleams with an unearthly light and the kitchen is so surgically wiped that you could see your reflection in every grape in the fruit bowl, and eat a raw egg off the inside of the dustbin lid. And I'm left at the end of it feeling exhausted and dissatisfied, knowing that the computer is sitting out there in the office waiting for me, taunting me, like a wrestler flexing his muscles and cracking wise about my momma.
I could write about Cambridge and Ely Cathedral and Sutton Hoo, but I don't feel up to the challenge of communicating the beauty and darkness of these places. I could write about The Wire, the TV show I've become addicted to since before Xmas, but I'm not really sure what to say, except "it's like, uh, really good, y'know?". I could tell you about the delights of climbing onto my roof at eleven at night, after travelling since six in the morning, and watching water pour out of a split in a copper pipe down the side of the house, but I haven't the energy to work it into an amusing anecdote for your entertainment.
Please forgive this tedious rambling, and as a reward for having sat through it, here's some really interesting music that I found on the internet. Out of curiosity, once the first video starts playing you should look away immediately, then try to guess in what year (or decade) this song was recorded (the video lets you know practically immediately, thus spoiling the fun). I'd also like to say that neither video is connected to the original artists in any way bar using their photographs. And, when I've shaken myself out of my lethargy, normal blogging (if such a description can really be applied to my little doodles) should resume.