The upside of my 13 years under the burden of the local vicious sadism is that the pandemic has had almost no effect on my psyche or my socialising. I am finding that I don’t even know what to say back to people who talk about wanting the pandemic to be over and effects on Christmas and so on. I experience the pandemic totally differently. My life was over the moment I moved to Portsmouth. (If I’d known that I would never have done that of course.
I had no idea that they still burn witches here, so to speak. Never mind; it’s not as simple as that, actually. Of course not.)
Also funny is that I heard some old songs on a BBC station this evening and I knew the lyrics to several of them. I was 10 or 11 at the time and hadn’t started to learn English yet.
Carole King’s “It’s too late” and stuff like that. “Still waiting” by Diana Ross. I knew them quite well.
Coco by the Sweet. Just another day by Paul McCartney.
Earlier today, they (BBC) played a song by what was a very local group. Mississippi by Pussycat. Three sisters, the then-husband of one of them and three other guys. Either one of the sisters was living in Brunssum or they were all from Brunssum if I remember correctly. And a very sympathetic bunch too, I think.