tales from an ordinary world

1999-05-16

"be my be my be my silver star..."
Grant McLennan.

It's cold. I sit on the bus around 6pm on the way home from brunch in Richmond, and it's cold. Crowds wander home after the footy. Everybody looks cold. The new Luna CD's on my discman - Dean Wareham's turned "Sweet Child O' Mine" into such a beautiful song I'm almost moved to tears (lame but true !). Something's in the wind - I'm definitely shaken, not stirred, this evening. I change my mind and head home instead of going to the usual Sunday dinner at a friend's place. I'm so cold. I don't want to see anybody tonight.