Seen in the window of a branch of Boots as I was out dodging charity canvassers this lunchtime: pick up points now and start saving for next Christmas.
It's bloody March.
Friday, March 05, 2004
I am fifty quid man
For the first time, I am worried I may have become part of a demographic.
This article in the Guardian the other day - about 'fifty quid man' - chilled me. It sounded like me. I'm a little too young to be called middle age yet, but lord knows, I regularly come out of shops having spent £50 on CDs. I bought myself one of those iPods a bit back. I listen to 6Music sometimes. I go to more gigs than I used to. And I've started buying old music from Amazon. Recent internet splurges have seen developing a probably unhealthy interest in obscure collections by The Fall, and picking up stuff like the Deep Soul Treasures compilation series, Isaac Hayes' soundtrack to Shaft and at last the three CD Lee 'Scratch' Perry set Arkology. I'm seriously tempted by a Lonnie Donegan collection now. Lord help me, I even bought my first copy of Mojo magazine last week. It had an interesting-looking soul CD stuck to it. Oh, and I loved Lost in Translation as well. I thought about buying the soundtrack.
I would have to seek therapy, if I believed in it.
This article in the Guardian the other day - about 'fifty quid man' - chilled me. It sounded like me. I'm a little too young to be called middle age yet, but lord knows, I regularly come out of shops having spent £50 on CDs. I bought myself one of those iPods a bit back. I listen to 6Music sometimes. I go to more gigs than I used to. And I've started buying old music from Amazon. Recent internet splurges have seen developing a probably unhealthy interest in obscure collections by The Fall, and picking up stuff like the Deep Soul Treasures compilation series, Isaac Hayes' soundtrack to Shaft and at last the three CD Lee 'Scratch' Perry set Arkology. I'm seriously tempted by a Lonnie Donegan collection now. Lord help me, I even bought my first copy of Mojo magazine last week. It had an interesting-looking soul CD stuck to it. Oh, and I loved Lost in Translation as well. I thought about buying the soundtrack.
I would have to seek therapy, if I believed in it.
Tuesday, March 02, 2004
It's just down there
Not a week goes by when I am not stopped and asked for directions - often several times a week. It doesn't seem to matter where I am, whether I be within sight of the glittering attractions of London's tourist economy or wandering around backstreet boozers. It happens too wherever I go in the world. Abroad, people stop and ask me for directions when I have only just arrived. I've ever been asked in a foreign language only for folk to switch to English when my incomprehension is obvious. Surely this is a giveaway?
I conclude that I look like I belong wherever I go in the world. I'm an anonymous everyman, a footsoldier of tourism, and I look like I've always been somewhere.
I conclude that I look like I belong wherever I go in the world. I'm an anonymous everyman, a footsoldier of tourism, and I look like I've always been somewhere.
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