Tuesday, October 21, 2008


I don't know when I fell out of love with autumn.

I mean to say, I don't remember waking up one day and thinking to myself "oh dear, autumn's shit isn't it?" or somesuch. I can still appreciate the rich, warm modelling lights that the sun provides us when it bothers to show itself. And I still like the smell of the bright yellow hazel leaves and the crunch of beech mast underfoot. And I'm still chuffed when the bare patch under the rowan trees suddenly becomes a sea of lilac autumn crocuses.

But I've fallen out of love with autumn. All I can think about is the gyppy knee. And the stuffy, damp bus journeys in the dark. And the Woolworths Christmas adverts. It'll soon be slush and sleet and bloody Dickens.

Perhaps it's my age. Perhaps it's my temperment. Perhaps this year's ten long months of October has gotten me down a bit.


scarlet-blue said...

Well, yes . . . it has felt like we've had no summer. But at least we can have nice log fires now, bloody well gonna have to - I can't afford the gas.

--s said...

I find that gas bills burn a treat.

Gadjo Dilo said...

Sorry to hear of your autumnal malaise, Kev. I'm a great believer in thermal underwear, and can't you get some sort of warm poultice on those knees of yours? And reading Keats might cheer you up a bit - apparantly he still loved the "season of mists and mellow fruitfulness" even when coughing his guts from consumption!

Ellis Nadler said...

you need a holiday, mate

scarlet-blue said...

How about some scrambled eggs on toast? And a day in watching old videos of Screen Test?

Anonymous said...

I wonder if blogger comments are working again yet?

Anonymous said...

Oh good, they are.

As you were.

scarlet-blue said...

This might cheer you up Kev, I've tagged you. Well you like games and Screen Test and stuff so this will be right up your street. Pop over to mine to pick up the rules!

Kevin Musgrove said...

What a caring bunch you are amidst the larking about. Thank you for the kind words. As you'll know by now I'm given to occasional bouts of melancholia (the phrase 'revelling in it' has been used before now). Sorry if I startled anyone.

Ms. Scarlet: Phone bills are good kindling, too. I think you're right, I need lots of toast. Ta for the tag.

gd: I found that those magnetic knee-pads you see in the Age Concern catalogues were great for degaussing PC hard drives when your IT section tells you that you can't have a new PC because that one's perfectly adequate. These days I'm on laptops, which precludes their use. As for Keats: it's easy to be sanguine about the damp weather when you're up to your gills in non-prescription drugs.

Ellis: you've hit the nail on the head. Another excellent idea.

Papercuts: But I am!