Kathryn’s Blog

Pointless, odd, ramblings

March 11th, 2005

Nothing Ever Happens - Del Amitri

Post office clerks put up signs saying position closed
And secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats
Janitors padlock the gates
For security guards to patrol
And bachelors phone up their friends for a drink
While the married ones turn on a chat show

And they’ll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

Gentlemen time please, you know we can’t serve anymore
Now the traffic lights change to stop, when there’s nothing to go
And by five o’clock everything’s dead
And every third car is a cab
And ignorant people sleep in their beds
Like the doped white mice in the college lab

Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
The needle returns to the start of the song
And we all sing along like before

And we’ll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

Telephone exchanges click while there’s nobody there
The Martians could land in the carpark and no one would care
Close-circuit cameras in department stores shoot the same video every day
And the stars of these films neither die nor get killed
Just survive constant action replay

Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
The needle returns to the start of the song
And we all sing along like before

And we’ll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

Bill hoardings advertise products that nobody needs
While angry from Manchester writes to complain about
All the repeats on T.V.
And computer terminals report some gains
On the values of copper and tin
While American businessmen snap up Van Goghs
For the price of a hospital wing

Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
The needle returns to the start of the song
And we all sing along like before
Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
They’ll burn down the synagogues at six o’clock
And we’ll all go along like before

And we’ll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

March 11th, 2005

Dear Diary……

Well anyhow….my mother has been at us (me and my jobless git of a brother) to clear up the attic for some time now. It’s actually been renovated, access is up a set of stairs inside my mum and dad’s walk in wardrobe – if we could block it off it would be a great hiding place (yes I do watch too many movies :) ). This has just made it so much easier to dump stuff in. Plus any time the granny came to stay I had to go sleep on two old mattresses up there (comfy! – not).

So my brother decided to get started this week (probably because he’s a jobless git). My dad announced yesterday that he’d get a trailer so we can take all the crap away (by crap I mean childhood memories sob). Andrew had most of it done and Id spent the morning tidying my own room oblivious to what was going on till it was half way done. When I did realise I half heartedly “assisted” (really quite proud of my lack of help in that), however my dad failed to bring the trailer and after a week of fine weather it decided it was going to be windy n wet! HAH! Sods law! Got it this morning though, but by the time Id shifted out of bed it had all been taken care of :) Man Im a lazy bitch. ahem .

The amount of stuff that was removed was astonishing though…must of been about 15 black bin bags and countless boxes and it’s not like it was a really big space to begin with and I think there was a good few of my (romance) books (Um yeah not going into that), were carted off to the local charties. All that’s left is a typewriter (broken) and a singer sewing machine (broken). My mum was going to suggest that when she gets her new living room suite that the old suite go up to the attic….Er yeah…get the guys to cart up a really heavy three seater sofa….