I was only seventeen when she looked at me that way

Don’t get so distressed
If the good life won’t arrive
You’ve been reading S.O.S.
When it’s just your clock reading 5:05
And why are you so possessed
By the thought that she got free
And why are you figuring who’s the best
When just your luck ran out
and she chose me

The thing about cheap thrills is that they are free. Which belies the word cheap, doesn’t it? You know the things I am talking about. Bending down to pick up dropped things, those full length figure hugging dresses with slits up the side, a smile, a voice, a walk. All those things in my girl. He says rapidly…

Yeah yeah, we are all still fourteen at heart.

We do not lie side by side
and mock the thought of you
And I don’t take her hand and ask
Is this what he used to do?
‘Cos I just want to free her from
Your jails of jealous dreams
‘Cos at least a house when it’s empty
Stays clean

Another guilty vice I have is sliding Caitlin’s backside around. Roundabouts, giveways, hell, even just standard junctions. Any excuse. Though I do like miniroundabouts and semi-sideways. Rear-wheel drive cars are just great fun. Of course, I still hear the chat about bikes, and the thought strikes me that two wheels are always better, and like Raymond, I wasn’t just a fair-weather biker. (More as it was the only way I had to get to work, and I had to go to to work, so the bike and I went to work.) Speed doesn’t kill. The rapid descent to a standstill kills. I need to be on a bike again. As well as in my stately lady.

Yeah yeah, we are all still fourteen at heart.

I won’t pretend
That I was simply swayed
It was a two way thing not a
Three day fling
No secrets kept, no truth betrayed
And here’s the house that held
The nightmare that went on
And you’re sitting there wishing you’d never been born
With that self-inflicted crown of thorns

Chicks, fast (shutup there at the back) sports cars and bikes. We had better move along. Comics, how about that? I can’t really discuss televisual (for wont of a better term) entertainment, not being qualified in such areas. Though I read there is a new Tank Girl book coming soon. And yes, thanks for asking, I did like the film. Chicks with guns and cigars. As drawn by men who never got to meet real women, so drawn those pneumatic sort a lot.

Yeah yeah, we are all still fourteen at heart.

We do not lie side by side
and mock the thought of you
And I don’t take her hand and ask
Is this what he used to do?
‘Cos I just want to free her from
Your jails of jealous dreams
‘Cos at least a house when it’s empty
Stays clean

The things we don’t have, and the things we want. I don’t want for much, but there are still things I can’t have. Bigger, better, brighter, more. Although I don’t stomp my feet, and am mostly contented with what I have (I don’t need to upgrade my phone/iPod/gadgets, although clothing and camera lenses I do. Well, not need, but would like if I had the cash) and would much prefer my children had than I myself. I don’t envy, as my mind doesn’t work like that, but there are always books I could buy, places I could go, things (have I mentioned the words thing and stuff are banned from our house? Lazy language. tsk) and stuff I could accquire. I need to accquire less. But getting rid of larger stuff to make way for smaller, more expensive things probably isn’t the way to do it. stomps feet

Yeah yeah, we are all still fourteen at heart.

I won’t pretend
That I’m the saviour of the innocent and bad
But put two withered old blooms in a couple of rooms
And they’ll behave like lunatics
and crave what makes them sad

Perhaps this really is as the tag suggests, but keeping my mouth (or fingers) shut was never my forte, and getting further away from being my forte the older I get.

Yeah yeah, we are all still fourteen at heart.

So here’s a card that says
Happy twenty-second birthday and I wish you were dead
And here’s a house that held
a bevy of devils and an angel as well
And you want what I’ve got
When all I’ve got is guilt
And a room that won’t stay still
Filled with pockets full of crumpled up money and
a mantelpiece littered with bills
‘Cos at least a house when it’s empty
Stays clean

Wii want cricket! We surely do. There are many things Wii want. Wii want to develop for it ourselves. I doubt given the current state of finances that I could afford an official SDK, so it looks like continuing the DS work for now.

Chicks, cars, bikes, comics, videogames, gadgets, speaking wholly inappropriately.

Yeah yeah, we are all still fourteen at heart. We wish.