Ha! See what I did there! Anyhoo…. when I was very young I used to go for long walks on my own. I remember one epic from Parkhead to the Glasgow Art Gallery, I must have been around 10? (See above!) I loved going to the gallery because they had a dinosaur in the front hall and a cut-away model of an ocean liner which was always surrounded by gawping kids. (The only art I can recall was Dali’s “Christ of St John on the cross” which hung in a stairway, not sure it’s there anymore). I can still remember the route now and it is around 5.5miles. (I may save it on Komoot, just because…) Tollcross Road, Duke Street, George Street, Sauchiehall Street, Kelvingrove. (I may have actually gone further north along Great Western Road and down Byres Road but you know I’m getting on a bit and cannae remember..) A long way for a 10 year old to walk, I think I even walked back along Argyle Street and London Road. I can actually remember sitting on the wall outside the gallery feeling a bit lost and lonely. What were my parents thinking? Do kids still do this sort of thing now?
I wish I could remember more about being a boy? Myleene probably doesn’t even though…
Say mama, why am I not a boy?
Since one has to choose, with soft words I can say it
Without forgery I am a boy
And for an empire, I do not want to undress
Since without forgery I am a boy
And therein lies the rub, the original is in French, and it’s much better. And my French, though poor, is good enough to know that “without forgery” is a pretty poor translation of “sans contrefacon”! Myleene is the French Madonna or, maybe, Kylie and it’s a pretty safe bet that is she were singing this in English I probably wouldn’t give it a second listen! Although it is a good tune and, well, see comments about Lana del Rey above!
But, I was a boy and too young and naive to know there was any other way to be. My first flame sitting alongside me here (Nan Quinn… remember? Do try and keep up at the back!) was an early indication that I was, er, straight, though I was unaware there were any other options at the time! I grew up too fast while wasting time but never quite found my future in the fire escape trade!
So, a 23 year old boy it is; a walker, a procrastinator, a dilletante, an introvert, a listener, a writer of poor prose, taker of indulgent pictures.
A boy… who even struggles counting up to 60!