The bright stream of memory.

About this time of year, a long time ago when my hair was longer and my BMI was smaller, I sold a Land Rover fitted with a sprayer to a guy in Scotland. He wanted me to deliver it and since he was happy to pay the costs I drove it up and caught a train home. The train stopped a bit north of Newcastle and was taken out of service, with no choice but to wait until the morning, I eventually bedded down in a phone box - it was quite cold. Soon I was disturbed as a girl wanted to make a phone call, after explaining the situation she suggested that I stay at her flat rather than in the phone box.

She was a pretty girl with long brown hair and I caught the train south three days later. Although I had all good intentions of keeping in touch it was really too great a distance to maintain any sort of relationship and we never saw each other again.

Anyway, on the morning that I left to get the train home, this song was playing on the radio.

I still have to stop whatever I'm doing when I hear it.