By: Blonde Two
Yesterday, I was driving to work with some rousing young people’s music playing and the windows wide open. I have to confess that I probably caused a bit of a disturbance. You disapprove? Feel free to, I would definitely have disapproved of myself had I been walking past (an odd concept that I suspect chaps like Mr Schrodinger or at least his cat would appreciate/have appreciated).
I feel that I should explain my cacophonous behaviour; the more concerned/worried/downright scared I get about going to work (it is on the challenging side at the moment) the louder my “journey to work” music has to be in order to stop me from driving straight past and up to the moors. I only live a song away so I have to choose carefully.
“But why the open windows so that everyone can hear, Blonde Two?” I hear you cry. The answer to that is not that I want to disturb the neighbourhood or even that I want to assert my authority on the situation into which I am driving. Nothing as interesting as that; I drive a little Mazda soft top and the only way that you can see out of the windows in the morning is to open them.
Yesterday morning, the Two Blondes were operating in (slightly on the exhausted side) synchronicity again and the two Blonde Mobiles pulled up to work (from different directions) behind each other as we drove in. It was a short, but empowering convoy – we are always stronger to the power of Two! We left quite late last night in the same formation and I am secretly hoping that it will happen again tomorrow.
If it does, I think we need call signs …
“Ten Four Bombshell, this is Bimbo … we got ourselves a convoy!”
with you on that one –
the Halleluiah chorus is my favourite ‘girderer-upperer-of-the-loins’ (eg as in a memorable long-shot opening sequence to the otherwise trivial ‘Bob and Ted and . . . .’ – with the four in a softtop!).
After the drama: ‘Blow the Wind Southerly’ (only Ferrier, of course) to wash away whatever toxins course through the mind.
Personally, Anything Clapton or the very stirring Concierto de Aranjuez does it for me
I was feeling a bit tired this afternoon and put Concierto de Aranjuez on. It definitely did the trick!
I would have to sing to the Hallelujah chorus – but would secretly enjoy the sideways glances.
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I remember the original and the parody – was it by Dave Lee Travis?
You can always tell yourself that the disturbees were probably townies. Nothing’s too bad for townies. Also their punishment is always condign. If you ruptured their ear-drums with Metallica then chances are they were plainsong fans. And if you got up their noses with la-di-da Messiaen they must have been Coldplay players. Nor should you feel in the slightest bit guilty. Deconstruct any of the Arthur Ransome books and you’ll notice a dozen different references to continuing bucolic/metropolitan strife with AR touching your elbow and telling you who to vote for.
One should never deconstruct AR – some things should be left to be magical. Best deafened if duffers, if not duffers won’t deafen …
I drove back and forth on the M1, M6, M42, M5 night after monotonous night through roadworks, teeming rain, fog – to stirring military band music and 2nd world war songs – they kept me awake and got me home. Thank-you, Gracie Fields, Vera Lynn, Flanagan and Allen, Noel Coward, and the band of the Royal Marines, the Spinners, and the rest.