Love, Poetry and Revolution- Sunday 8th February 2026

This blog has seen several changes since I started it, in terms of content and name.  It's time for another change, though one which is more in tune (!) with how it began

The change is driven by the creation (or impending creation) of a new blog. The new blog will cover a period of uncertainty. It will be private and by invitation only, or it will be if I can get the security to work.  I've already written several posts for it.  I hope to have it working in a week.  The domain is already registered, and the blog software is up and running, but that's it.  It's intended to keep friends and family updated during the uncertain time and will be written by me initially, but then entirely by Q while I can't do anything much.

So what's going to happen here?

During this period of uncertainty, I have found much solace in music as I always have in difficult times.

I'm going to use this blog to document the music that inspires or supports me.

I'll probably struggle to keep personal stuff out of this, but I'll keep writing here until I can't, by which time Q will be driving the other one.

Enough waffle.

I've chosen this song because I love the lyrics, especially the first verse and also because I seem to have been thinking about the past a lot lately. That could be age and nothing more sinister. (I also love the tune and Cathal's voice)

The words:

They opened up a cocktail bar

In the shadow of Engels Court

Now folks dress up

And spend their cash

You can’t deny their London pride

They say “Who won the war?

Who ruled the world?

Who showed them all?”

Well who cares?

Run from the past

Into the past

Your job will go

Your house will go

But they will wave from their video

And the police will be there as well

With a boot or gun

To cry out

Run from the past

Into the past

Into the past she ran

Under schooled and underfed

And she runs through the deaf city

Looking for a well paid job

And she finds it on the gin house floor

And the papers always say “Go back to work

You’re all alone, old fashioned, weak and childish”

Run from the past

Into the past

You got to run from the past

Into the past

Yeah

 

The song: 'Past' by Microdisney from their album, 'The Clock Comes Down The Stairs'.