Angie

I am sitting in Rocco’s cafe around the corner from my place, as I often do when I wake up early.

It’s a very nice and relaxed environment and, apart from the usual pleasantries, I can get a good hour or so of concentrated work done.

It’s easily my most productive time of the day and not because of later interruptions of a physical nature. Rather, later on, my own brain starts interrupting me.

However, Rocco does have eclectic taste in music. One day it could be Bing Crosby, the next the Velvet Underground or some hip-hop, the next a symphony or some sort.

Right now I am listening to the Rolling Stones’ ‘Angie’ which I haven’t heard for over a decade (I don’t listen to commercial radio at all).

I wasn’t concentrating on the music and it sort of crept into my head. I had this sudden flashback to when I was 17 or so and this was a genuine worm tunnel effort – for a short few seconds I was back there, in love and in turmoil.

It was shocking how much I felt back then. All this emotion and so uncategorised – just a big slopping soup pot of emotion on a pea green boat, which I have subsequently tamed through sheer will power.

All I had to was start reflecting on the weirdness of this time warp feeling and my conscious brain managed to kill the effect.

I found myself quite sad when I flipped back to the de-sensitised present.