Monday, February 22, 2016

The Milk Diaries: Tender

Seeing Blur had always been an implausible prospect. I had missed them twice before in Hyde Park and yet, I managed to be there that night. As could be anticipated, I was drenched and jealous of the chosen few who had been gifted soft serve ice cream cones from Damon.

It was strange to hear those songs from The Great Escape that I had only ever heard in my room. It was sweeter still to see the hoardes of strangers who stumbled along together under leafy sheltered paths, singing Tender unprompted and unaccompanied in an eternal loop.

I always joined in under my breath.

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