I had a quick pint at the Kings Head tonight , where ' Tim Marriot's Electric Band ' were playing , who could easily be dismissed as just some rural little pub band : I was thinking how if you put a substandard painting in a lovely frame it may ostensibly appear to be something special , whereas an accomplished painting in a tacky frame could be overlooked .
They were covering lots of rock 'standards' , and , with a few decent songs of their own , if they were performing a half-hour set on the main stage at Glastonbury , although they may not quite 'set the place on fire' , they could very adequately hold their own .
They were loud , I was the only person there who did'nt know anyone , and the only person there who I slightly know was deep in conversation .
Plenty of desirable young ladies who would'nt be interested in me even if I did have the confidence to approach them , and , at least a couple of ladies more sembalent of my own age , but . . .
I will have more friendly and intimate contact with women before I die , but I've learnt that , try to force it and you blow it , it has to be spontaneous and , therefore not normally instantly acheivable .
We are all social creatures , and being alone for much more than 50% of the time does'nt suit many of us .
I came back from the pub and talked with my dear Mum for at least an hour .
I was going to say something else which has slipped my mind completely .
A very Jolly festive season to you all .
