bones

It's one of those moments we all have when we realise that, actually, we are mere mortals.. hmm no, that sounds terrible I'm always aware of that. What I mean is I have broken one of my ribs and it hurts like buggery.

How did I break it and why am I telling you?

The first bit of that is easy, I fell while on a boat, the decks were slippery after me having cleaned them and, well, I bloody slipped. I've been helping a friend out with his business Falmouth Boat Hire, which is a long story in itself (I'll tell you about another time), but yes I fell over about 5 feet and my ribs (the ones towards the back) took the impact, and DOINK one broke... ouch...

These things do fix in motion apparently. It reminds me of when I broke a collar bone playing rugby.It was equally as painful and the world becomes equally as slow. To be honest I suppose part of me enjoys that slowness, the forced paced that simply take control. It's impossible to move quickly due to the pain, but with slow movement it's manageable.

I'm sure I was going to be much more philosophical about my break but it seems not. I am glad however I have rediscovered my blog and that you are reading it, we used to have a lot of fun around here. So maybe that's it, maybe the point of me sharing this is just that it's an opportune moment to re-ignite my blog, so we get to know each other again.

Could be eh?

Been listening to The Pogues fairly heavily again, singing along full-blast.

Billy ran around with the rare old crew
And he knew an Arsenal from Tottenham blue
We'd be a darn sight better of if we knew
Where Billy's bones are resting now
Billy saw a copper and he hit him in the knee
And he took him down from six foot to five foot three
Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-mi
That copper won't be having any family

Hey Billy son where are you now
Don't you know that we need you now
With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow
Where are Billy's bones resting now

Billy went away with the peace-keeping force
'Cause he liked a bloody good fight of course
Went away in an old khaki van to the banks of the river Jordan
Billy saw the Arabs and he had 'em on the run
When he got 'em in the range of his sub-machine gun
Then he had the Israelis in his sights, went a ra-ta-ta
And they ran like Shiites

Hey Billy son where are you now
Don't you know that we need you now
With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow
Where are Billy's bones resting now

One night Billy had a rare old time,
Laughing and singing on the Lebanon line
Came back to camp not looking too pretty
Never even got to see the Holy City
Now Billy's out there in the desert sun
And his mother cries when the morning comes
And there's mothers crying all over this world
For their poor dead darling boys and girls

Hey Billy son where are you now
Don't you know that we need you now
With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow
Where are Billy's bones resting now

Have a Billy holiday
Born on a Monday
Married on a Tuesday
Drunk on a Wednesday
Got plugged on a Thursday
Sick on a Friday
Died on a Saturday
Buried on a Sunday

- Shane MacGowen