Meet you behind the bike-shed.

Colour me in

10:07 PM, Wednesday, October 8, 2008 .. 0 comments .. Link

Colours have connotations. I find I am wearing black (well, actually black and white). It wasn’t a conscious fashion choice, but was it actually my subconscious at work?

What I thought happened was that my son gave me a free Guinness (black and white) rugby shirt… I thought ‘canny – owt for nowt’… then in Debenhams sale I saw some black jeans for £8 and I thought ‘canny – will go with me rugby shirt’… and I acquired a black leather jacket from my son, (‘cos he didn’t like it and wouldn’t wear it), and I thought ‘canny – can’t let it go to waste’…

But was I perhaps really pre-occupied with my (at this age) approaching death and making suitable sartorial preparations? Or was I unknowingly reflecting my dull monochromatic existence now compared to earlier happier colourful times when I would skip down the lane chasing a rainbow with Mr Bluebird on my shoulder? Am I perhaps really a closet Magpie (no… no… not that!)

I used to wear blue a lot. I think initially it was because somewhere in my teens or twenties some long-forgotten girlfriend probably said it matched my eyes. Or… did she really mean I made her feel blue… or I reminded her of Blind Lemon Jefferson playing steel guitar… or… or…

Winter is the monochrome season – grey clouds and white snow. Maybe I’m mentally preparing for that onset?

As the post-modern leek grower and amateur poet, Herbert Mangle, once wrote:

I can’t forget that night in June:

You said you loved another

We parted at your garden gate

And snow fell on your mother

Meet you behind the bike-shed.

Colour me in

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