Worms: Apple Of My Eye

I feel like I should apologise for not blogging more often. However, I have just a short while ago returned from some excellent gaming fun (Worms, Worms! Be still my heart) with my beloved Simon, so I’m not in a very apologetic mood.

We went to the Caius bar after dinner: Chris, Simon, Eamon and I (btw, Emmanuel peeps get their laundry done for them! I know the whole waiter thing at Caius is a bit much, but come on!). The beat of the music echoed in my head on the way home. So unapologetically nineties (there again the lack of remorse – perhaps my choice of music says more than at first glance) and yet, something in it, something sticks. The beat going around and around – no, not around, over and over, the running of old-fashioned trains comes to mind, rolling smoothly forward over the rails. Convection, convolution; what’s the word? The Youth Group version of ‘Forever Young’ rocks my world atm. That nineties soaring stickiness.

Some are like water
Some are like the heat
Some are melodies
Some are the beat
Sooner or later they’ll all be gone
Why don’t they stay on?
It’s hard to get without a cause
I don’t want to perish like a fading voice
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And diamonds are forever
So many adventures couldn’t happen today
So many songs that we forgot to play
So many dreams swimming out in the blue
Let them come true

Forever young
I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever, forever

I wanted to work today, I really did. To get going with the writing and the reading, reading, reading which characterises Caius History (the stacks of books on my desk: part of the furniture in more ways than one); much as I complain, I do love it. Alas, ’twas not to be. All the libraries were closed! Despite being the palace of my soul, somehow following the shape of my mind, unless it’s the other way around: that the shape of my mind is affected by the rooms themselves… despite this, I was sick of the sight of my walls. So that’s how I ended up hanging out with Simon, Chris and Eamon from Emma. Eating together at hall, then le bar; later, Youtube Top Trumps with Simon. It was always going to end in Worms.

The bar music. The beat, the nineties stickiness of it. The bluey-white glow of the computer screen on Simon’s face as we played. A good night.

So many adventures couldn’t happen today
So many songs that we forgot to play
So many dreams swimming out in the blue

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2 Comments on :
Worms: Apple Of My Eye

  1. Tasha says:

    God Dom, this seems like a strange post… Almost as if written by the hand of Sanna, would you not agree?

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