Black Doggerel

I just came back from shopping with Mum, and realised I'm completely out of sugar.

No, I didn't buy any, why do you ask?


I have here a DVD that should have my wedding video on it, converted from the VHS tape to an .avi file. I ought to put it into my DVD drive, if only to check that the shop haven't messed up or got it wrong somehow. So far, I have failed to do this.

I've got nothing. No words, only that feeling like I was just kicked hard in the solar plexus.

...if you read this, go hug someone that loves you. And if you don't know what I'm talking about, that's fine. I only make these entries for me and someone who doesn't see them anyway.

Moving on. Nothing to see here.

Copy this sentence into your livejournal if you're in a heterosexual marriage, and you don't want it "protected" by the bigots who think that gay marriage hurts it somehow.

Found on my f-list.

...Technically and legally, I no longer count as married, I know. There's even a line in the marriage service about it. Then again there are a lot of lines like "obey" that we ignored, so "till death us do part" can go fuck itself too.


Edited to add: yes, I am emo today. I suspect hormones.

( As my friend Nye says, other people's dreams are boring )

In real life, my aunt is here now too. Today she and dad are going up to London to visit my grandmother's grave in Brookwood Cemetery.

Lou Reed - Perfect Day - Listen Download

Kirsty MacColl with Evan Dando - Perfect Day - Listen Download

Leningrad Cowboys - Perfect Day - Listen Download

Duran Duran - Perfect Day - Listen Download

Lou Reed and John Cale - Nobody But You - Listen Download

There's a heavy frost outside. You always felt the cold. It was my job to keep you warm.

I'm cold.

Apparently there is no specific traditional gift for a sixteenth anniversary, though last year would have been crystal. How appropriate; fragile and will cut you to the heart.

We were not inclined to fall in with other people's traditions, preferring to make our own, so I return to my own tradition: here is Bob Dylan, the soundtrack of our life.

Wedding Song - Planet Waves

Dirge - Planet Waves

Tough Mama - Planet Waves

Sara - Desire

One More Cup Of Coffee - Desire

Tangled Up In Blue - Blood On The Tracks

You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go - Blood On The Tracks

Idiot Wind - Blood On The Tracks

Diamonds And Rust (Joan Baez, in fact, but it was written for Bob)

Currently playing on endless repeat - Joan Baez - Diamonds And Rust.

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Wedding Song.

It had to be done.

There's a common perception that true love is synonymous with happy ever after; that once you find The One everything is sunshine and puppies and rainbows until you both die, old and together, holding hands.

Even for those of us who do grow old together, that's such a load of destructive bullshit. True love is more like climbing Everest or swimming the Channel or walking across the Sahara. It's fucking hard and it hurts like hell; it strips away all your defences and breaks you into little bleeding pieces. And it doesn't confer a magical immunity to carelessness and fucking-up, either; in fact, it'll magnify your mistakes to the point where one moment of inattention or stupidity can end you.

But ask anyone who's been there and done that; it's worth it, and more than worth it.

Also? Bob Dylan is God.