Other than I was doing my biography a few weeks back and I am still jotting down the odd thing which could be the catalyst, these random moments are quite strange. So this morning, a flashback to the car, my first one, a Mk1 Cortina, somewhere near Wandsworth but on the lower road possible heading toward Putney and there's two others in the back, forgotten one of their names but Steve was one and Gary was in the front seat. There's a row of shops to my right and a bus a red double-decker. People at the shops a few cars and that's the whole flashback and nothing else, no more context than that. I remember it as if it were yesterday but it was around 1975 or 1976 I guess. It might have been when we finished our exams and we headed to Lewisham for a beer on the way home, I remember that too but it's just one of these mysterious moments in history, pulled out of my brain at (apparently) random choosing.
There are other moments as well that flash in and out of my memory like that. Peculiar moments in time. My grandparent's flat in Chelsea, a walk to Rye from Camber, picking Blackberries in the lanes on a walk to Dulwich and Crystal Palace and things that aren't in themselves memorable for anything other than their ordinariness.
There doesn't appear to be any link in these at all. Maybe it is to do with current circumstances? I'm not right again, claustrophobia once again, I don't want to be where I am at the moment and I'm not happy particularly. I really want to dump all responsibility and enjoy retirement but that isn't happening any time soon by the looks of it.
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