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The
Beatles are overrated, overplayed, and just in general given way
too much attention. There, I've said it! I've thought this for
a while, but today was the last straw. I went on a day-trip with
work — a Christmas outing — and all the way over there
on the bus we have yet another damned radio programme about the
Beatles. Song after song after facile comment after song. And
when we got out to place we spent the day, who was playing on
the radio, over and over and over? The bloody Beatles. “Penny
Lane”, “Paperback Writer”, “Yellow bloody
Submarine”, “Eleanor Rigby”, “She Loves Me”
… ad nauseaum.
So,
yeah, the Beatles had lots of hit songs, and yeah, some of them
were good, but, you know, get over it people. That was Yesterday.
Opps, see what I mean? They're just everywhere!
It
was, of course, raining most of the day! We went to the sunny
Wairarapa. Oh, and it was cold as well as wet. What did we do
there? Well, they had a driving range, so we hit golf balls most
of the day. Actually it was kind of fun. I haven't hit a gold
ball in years, have only played a few rounds in fact, but I really
got into the swing of things. So to speak. I've also got a strained
chest muscle, sore hands and blisters on my fingers. I suspect
one day, though, I might take up golf as a sport/past-time. I
think I'd enjoy it.
Tonight
Matthew was walking around holding a small water pistol to his
ear and holding a conversation into it. The water pistol was a
phone, and he was talking to Miss Honey. He'd walk around saying,
“Yes … Yes … Yes”, then listening a while,
and going “Yes” again. Sometimes he'd stop, look up
at me and Deb, who may or may not have been talking, and loudly
say, “You two! Be quiet, I'm talking!” Both Deb and
I took turns talking to Miss Honey. Matthew was most interested
as we talked to her, “Ahhhh, Matthew did that did he Miss
Honey? … Yes, yes that's right Miss Honey, he does do that!”
It was all pretty funny.
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