This so rocks

So I saw someone the other day I hadn't seen in a good while. Apart from many other things, this person said "you should write more on your blog, Anna. I like reading it". What the very fuck? How is one supposed to respond to something like that, I ask you. (I said, "thank you".) I mean, a lot of the time I write things in my head and then, well, then they're written and I find I don't seem to have the need to write them anywhere else. Obviously, this does make my written output considerably small. This may or may not be a good thing. (As it happens, a lot of the time I have conversations in my head also; and then I never seem to have them with the person I conversed with in my brain. This may or may not be a good thing, as well. The jury is still out.) Anyway - some very nice bloggy people used to quote some Clever Dude or another to me a few years back (I cannot for the life of me remember who it was) as having said, "I have nothing to say and I am saying it and that is poetry". Now, I don't know if that is true about him (it's worth a ponder though, certainly), but I do feel that when I have nothing to say, it doesn't usually add up to poetry. In fact, these days it doesn't even seem to add up to bollocks - for I do the saying in my head (as I mentioned above, yes). This song, right, I came across when I'd first arrived in London an amazing twenty-four years ago. I had two friends who were there already when I arrived, or let's call them people I knew rather than friends, for in the past five or six years I've started to put more of a qualitative value on the word friends (see what I mean? Keeping all this in my head might just be the better choice), and so one of them had bought this record (I mean the whole LP - A Vinyl LP, guys) second-hand somewhere and said, nah, it's rubbish, I just bought it for the David Bowie song they cover (Man Who Sold the World, incidentally, and from what I can recall, the cover was not bad at all. Must see if youtube has it). And I've got to say that, young as we were, that was a totally rubbish thing of her to say, for I still think this track rocks, after all these years (there was also an outstanding one called Jacques Cousteau. That does exist on youtube, but for some untold reason, the vid features The Spice Girls. No, really. It's weird. If you're really interested, these hints should be enough to guide your way). M-once-in-NY-now-somewhere-else - your fault, k? K. And you, dear Reader: so glad you're here. Thank you. Goodnight. We'll be here all week. Try the veal. PS Why oh why will Blogger not stop tinkering with a goods item (blogspot blogs) that didn't need improving upon? Now I don't even know how to put paragraph breaks in my writing. I hate and loathe the new "beta" wanking fucking version of blogger with, and I quote, "the heat of a nova". So that's telling you.