SNIPPETS OF TIME: #1* The unbearable moment when breakfast ends...

...and you have to come in from the Airpods; leave the coffee comfort zone and face the blank screen of the day ahead...this one being Wednesday 30th October, 2025...

As I came down off the high and Parkie reality began to cut in.. a kind of faux maiden aunt-ish voice began to wonder was it seemly for a 79 (weeks away from being 80) year old man to be in fits of ecstatic laughing and crying from listening to the wild beat heavy /whirling guitar powered / truth laden lyrics powerhouse music of a band called English Teacher with their number I’m Not Crying, You’re Crying (Water From Your Eyes Remix) **? Especially as it was not yet 8 am …and would you look at the state of where he’s living…a bedsit and a tip of bedsit at that…

* this implies there might be more..my thought being that by writing about these little moment quickly soon after they happened it might get me writing and might keep you dear souls thinking well maybe he has got half a brain cell left i won’t cancel my subscription yet

** This does need to be played loud with Airpods nothing else will get you near to my transports of delight

“I’m Not Crying, You’re Crying” lyrics

I’m not her, I’m not near, I’m not here
I’m not there, I’m not sorry, I’m not out
I’m not loud, I’m not holy, I’m not lonely
I’m not steady, I’m not ready
I’m not her, I’m not near, I’m not here
I’m not there, I’m not sorry, I’m not out
I’m not loud, I’m not holy, I’m not lonely
I’m not steady, I’m not ready
I’m not steady, I’m not ready
I’m not steady, I’m not ready
I’m not steady, I’m not ready
I’m not steady, I’m not ready

I’m not her, I’m not near, I’m not here
I’m not there, I’m not sorry, I’m not out
I’m not loud, I’m not holy, I’m not lonely
I’m not steady, I’m not ready
I’m not crying, you’re crying

I’m not crying, you’re crying
I’m not crying, you’re crying
I’m not crying, you’re crying
I’m not crying, you’re crying
I’m not crying, you’re crying
I’m not crying

Then our walls fall down
As if we built them ourselves
When our walls fall down
As if we built them

I’m not her, I’m not near, I’m not here
I’m not there, I’m not sorry, I’m not out
I’m not loud, I’m not holy, I’m not lonely
I’m not steady, I’m not ready
I’m not her, I’m not near, I’m not here
I’m not there, I’m not sorry, I’m not out
I’m not loud, I’m not holy, I’m not lonely
I’m not steady, I’m not ready
I’m not crying, you’re crying

I’m not crying, you’re crying
I’m not crying, you’re crying
I’m not crying, you’re crying
I’m not crying, you’re crying
I’m not crying, you’re crying
I’m not crying, you’re crying
I’m not crying, you’re crying
I’m not crying, you’re crying
I’m not crying, you’re crying
I’m not crying, you’re crying
I’m not crying, you’re crying
I’m not crying, you’re crying

When our walls fall down
As if we built them ourselves
Then our walls fall down
As if we built them ourselves