I met up with my friend Tim last night. Tim’s just come out of a two-year relationship, so I was offering my weathered old ear and my tried and trusted shoulder.
“The thing is Huw....” he said hesitatingly.
“Yes, Yes?” I encouraged him. “Please, you know you can talk to me.”
“I just... I just...”
“Hold it together man!” I ordered. “Don’t break down on me now, not here in the pub! Just take a deep breath.”
“Well...” he continued guardedly.
“Well... I’ve been trying to build up a false sense of sorrow over this whole thing, and try as I might, I can’t help but come to the conclusion I’m really relieved it’s over.”
“Yes. Yes.... A tricky one,” I agreed. “We all need some self indulgent self pitying down time. If you don’t feel sorry for yourself in this world, who the hell will?”
“Indeed, good sir, indeed!”
“I trust you’ve tried break-up albums?”
“Naturally. But I put on Blood on the Tracks, and all I could think was ‘this is by far my favourite Dylan album and I don’t listen to it nearly enough’.”
“Hmmm. Beck’s Sea Change?”
“That’s even less effective. It actually makes me happy.”
“Maybe you could put together a break-up mix tape? Carol King’s It’s Too Late, All Things Must Pass, all that sort of thing. And never underestimate the power of Duran Duran’s Ordinary World.”
“Yes, maybe that’s the way forward. Or, rather, backward.”
“Glad to help. Or, rather, hinder.”
5 weeks ago