Thursday’s Child has far to go…Today I find myself in the distinguished (?) company of David Beckham, Bing Crosby, and Queen Catherine the Great of Russia; namely, it’s my birthday. Age: getting old. If you really want to know, a clue is the fact that Paris was rocked by massive riots and protests that started when I was just one day old.
I was born on a Thursday, so that makes this birthday a little bit more special. Tonight I’ll have a few pints with the guys in the office, then go home and play Bowie’s Thursday’s Child.
Yesterday’s big news for us here was the final go-ahead for the takeover of my company by another. I refuse to call it a “merger”, since my company will, in a technical sense, cease to exist. The brand name will carry on, along with huge chunks of the product range, and the chances that I will be out of a job are quite small. In general, here in the office it was a case of “and suddenly, nothing happened”.
I’ve got to be a bit more careful in my choice of music to play in the mornings. Yesterday I succeeded in recovering files from one of the MP3 CDs I created, from my own audio CD collection, shortly before moving to Ireland. I’ve lost quite a few, thanks to a dodgy batch of Samsung CD-Rs. One of the albums was Solitude Standing by Suzanne Vega, and I started listening to it this morning for the first time in more than 2 years. I forgot the effect that Ironbound and Fancy Poultry had on me; it was quite a job keeping my head up and my eyes dry on the crowded train.
fancy poultry, parts sold here,
breasts and thighs and hearts.
backs are cheap and wings are