2012 London Olympics. Day Eighteen
Tuesday 14th August 2012
Afternoon people.
So here it is, the penultimate post/blog whatever these things are called.
Back to work and if I'm allowed to steal a quote from Chris Dale I keep bursting into tears (go look and read this http://www.metaltalk.net/columns/20100823.php ). Is it the release? The humility of the Olympians? I guess there are many reasons, but the fact of the matter is I keep bursting into tears and I feel really silly for doing so.
I was given Enfield. Ironically across the street from where Anna's Great Gran lived and raised a family so it's also where her Grand Dad grew up, "Small world, wouldn't want to paint..." (Steven Wright lives on...). I saw my first gold post box outside Enfield train station http://www.goldpostboxes.com/
Let me bring this crashing to an end or else I'll be here forever.
I would like to dedicate my Olympic adventure to all the people I met along the way who said "Couldn't", "Shouldn't", "Wouldn't" and "Won't"... Well, FUCK YOU! Fuck you all. Every time you opened your fat fucking mouth. Every time you offered me your negative, bigoted opinions, every time "you" told "me" what "I", "Couldn't", "Shouldn't", "Wouldn't" and "Won't"... do, it drove me on.
You know something? Actually, let me change my point of view, let me thank you. Thank you, because you helped me get further away from you and what you stand for. What you and what you stand for I wouldn't wish on my worst enemies. You helped me fulfil my dreams. Frankly I still hope you die. I hope every step I took has crushed you slowly under every step of my heel and leaves you grasping for life in the polluted earth that you slithered from. Die you fuckers. Die a slow miserable fucking death. Just fucking die.
WHAT!?
And... Did you really think I would end this on a negative? You really thought I would end this with them having my last thoughts and words? Oh how little you learnt over the last two weeks or so. Here is a You Tube link to last piece of music I sent to Anna on the day the 2012 London Olympics started. Seven years is not a sprint, it’s a marathon... see what I did there... hahaha...
http://youtu.be/MUcdRLn3bgM
Studio version with lyrics
http://youtu.be/rP58U_R3gK0
Live at the NEC 1988 and I was there and if you know where to look... I'm the one just... "There"... no, not there... "THERE"...
Just for the record. When I sent this to Anna on that Friday, yes it was planned, from the moment I had the first idea of sending Anna one piece of music every week, Rush, Marathon was always going to be THE song (Maiden, Loneliness of The Long Distance Runner was a close second... hahaha...).
Now stop reading all of this rubbish and go and listen to Maiden, Rush, Tchaikovsky and Wolfsbane, your life will be better for it.
Noggin xx
So here it is, the penultimate post/blog whatever these things are called.
Back to work and if I'm allowed to steal a quote from Chris Dale I keep bursting into tears (go look and read this http://www.metaltalk.net/columns/20100823.php ). Is it the release? The humility of the Olympians? I guess there are many reasons, but the fact of the matter is I keep bursting into tears and I feel really silly for doing so.
I was given Enfield. Ironically across the street from where Anna's Great Gran lived and raised a family so it's also where her Grand Dad grew up, "Small world, wouldn't want to paint..." (Steven Wright lives on...). I saw my first gold post box outside Enfield train station http://www.goldpostboxes.com/
Let me bring this crashing to an end or else I'll be here forever.
I would like to dedicate my Olympic adventure to all the people I met along the way who said "Couldn't", "Shouldn't", "Wouldn't" and "Won't"... Well, FUCK YOU! Fuck you all. Every time you opened your fat fucking mouth. Every time you offered me your negative, bigoted opinions, every time "you" told "me" what "I", "Couldn't", "Shouldn't", "Wouldn't" and "Won't"... do, it drove me on.
You know something? Actually, let me change my point of view, let me thank you. Thank you, because you helped me get further away from you and what you stand for. What you and what you stand for I wouldn't wish on my worst enemies. You helped me fulfil my dreams. Frankly I still hope you die. I hope every step I took has crushed you slowly under every step of my heel and leaves you grasping for life in the polluted earth that you slithered from. Die you fuckers. Die a slow miserable fucking death. Just fucking die.
WHAT!?
And... Did you really think I would end this on a negative? You really thought I would end this with them having my last thoughts and words? Oh how little you learnt over the last two weeks or so. Here is a You Tube link to last piece of music I sent to Anna on the day the 2012 London Olympics started. Seven years is not a sprint, it’s a marathon... see what I did there... hahaha...
http://youtu.be/MUcdRLn3bgM
Studio version with lyrics
http://youtu.be/rP58U_R3gK0
Live at the NEC 1988 and I was there and if you know where to look... I'm the one just... "There"... no, not there... "THERE"...
Just for the record. When I sent this to Anna on that Friday, yes it was planned, from the moment I had the first idea of sending Anna one piece of music every week, Rush, Marathon was always going to be THE song (Maiden, Loneliness of The Long Distance Runner was a close second... hahaha...).
Now stop reading all of this rubbish and go and listen to Maiden, Rush, Tchaikovsky and Wolfsbane, your life will be better for it.
Noggin xx
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