Live at Pompeii

Well my friends, the blog update is a bit late as today was spent in a “project management” training session that went on for 8 hours. Numb and devoid of rational thought, I stumbled up the steps of the garage and headed for the car and pointed it towards home. Upon arrival, mumbles of hello were issued to the wife and child followed by a change of clothes and the slipping on of flip flops. I then planted myself on the couch in hopes of reviving my life, after which my beautiful wife brings over a small package with a return address for Amazon.com. What the bloody hell is this I thought, and then it hit me!! The spur of the moment web purchase this weekend of Pink Floyd’s ‘Live at Pompeii – Director’s Cut’ had arrived! Life surged back into my limbs and I quickly tore open the package, opened the case, and slid the DVD in. Immediately I was thrown back nearly 20 years to the first time I watched it with another Floydster and good friend Michael. I can’t remember what I wore to work yesterday, but the lyrics to Echoes slipped easily off the tongue.












For those who haven’t figured it our, I am a huge Pink Floyd fan and particularly like their earlier stuff and the later album Animals. Theirs is some of the best music and though I only saw them once, on the Pulse tour and sans Roger Waters, I still get goosebumps thinking about their shows. Lets put it this way, I didn’t cry when my father passed away or when my daughter was born, but watching the original lineup (except for Sid of course) perform at Live 8 last summer brought tears to my eyes and choked me up. I know I have a problem but I don’t want it fixed.


Anyway, on to other important matters such as football. We are less than 48 hours from the start of the new season and this could partially account for my inane blabbering about PF. Horray for the new season, the first league match at Ashburton Grove, and all the ups and downs it brings. The summer limbo is nearly over and order will return to my life.

The England squad did a bit of a good job yesterday with a 4-0 defeat of Greece in a friendly match. It seems the dropping of Beckham, a new manager and a bit of rearranging did the trick. Even Lampard scored and he spent the entire month of June terrorizing spectators in the upper decks. Of course, this was a friendly match against a side, who even thought they won Euro ’04, that are pretty crap and only play defensive football. But, hopefully it is a sign of things to come and their form continues into the tournament two summers from now (though that is highly unlikely as history has shown us.)

Robin van Persie also saw action last night and got a goal against Ireland. Good to see he got a good match in and is maturing in the upfront position. As for Ireland, they were hoping to repeat the win 5 years ago that saw them into the World Cup, but alas, they weren’t in the best form. We’ll see if they can turn things around.

Tomorrow is Friday and the weekend is almost here. Hopefully I can cut out of work early and get prepared for the Arsenal match on Saturday morning, which of course means going to the liquor store and buying some beer. The wife doesn’t approve of morning drinking, but it just doesn’t feel right watching football while sipping orange juice (unless of course it is mixed with champagne or vodka)!

Adios.