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(09/03/2009)
Step on a train wave underwater...
Hello everyone,
So today I start my promotion for There Are No Goodbyes...
Hence my leisurely trip on Eurostar. And my waving underwater. I love
Eurostar. I love all train travel. The thing I love most about
traveling by train is that unlike airlines, it's leisurely. And
romantic.
I love saying goodbye at train stations. I love all the kissing and the hugging and the tears at train stations.
With modern air travel you lose that romance. You need to leave your home 3
hours early so you can spend an hour (at least) getting to the airport
so you can check-in 2 hours early so you can spend an hour getting
through security so you can spend your last 15 minutes before your gate
closes dashing through the shops buying back everything they've just
made you throw away because three hours and fifteen minutes ago you
suddenly remembered you need three hours to catch your flight and that
you hadn't packed yet so you've just thrown everything into a carry-on
which these days, unfortunately, includes quite a few things you're not
actually allowed to carry on anymore. Unless, of course, you buy them
on the other side of security but that's another story...
Arrivals at airports can be romantic. And usually are. But not departures. A
kiss two hours before the ensuing airport tedium just isn't the same.
But that last kiss the moments before the train doors slide close? I don't
know about you but I still remember those kisses years later...
No goodbye kisses today though. Boohoo. Poor me. My life's shit and I'm so
alone. Don't you know it? It's in the songs. Poor me. Boohoo. Sob. (Yes
please laugh here, OK? That's a joke. Don't be so serious. I'm not. Not
always. Having said that I did actually miss having a goodbye kiss.
It's always better with a kiss. Even if it's a sad goodbye kiss...)
Nope. Just my usual rush for the train 30 seconds (literally) before departure...
"Hello Mr. Sheppard, Where are you sitting? Oh don't worry. You have lots of time."
(The train is practically rolling and she says we have lots of time? Now that's my kinda girl! Any chance of a kiss?!)
"And what would you like for breakfast?"
"I think I'll have the salmon and scrambled eggs please"
"And to drink?"
"Oh just a very very very large coffee please... Did I say a very?"
(Laughs) "I think I counted 3 times."
"And actually, you know what? I think I'll have a glass of Champagne as well. Why not, huh?"
"And would you like something to read?"
"No thank you. I think I'll just stare out the window for a while"
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Four hours to Cologne with a quick stop-over in Brussels to say hello to friends. I love train travel.
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And so today I guess I'll have to start talking about the album...
I reckon it's going to be a difficult few days.
So expect contradictions. Expect misunderstandings.
How can I expect anyone to understand something I don't really understand myself?
The problem is I've written an album that is as much about yesterday as it
is about today and, I fear, is going to be about more tomorrows still
to come...
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I just got back from a dinner/interview with a friend I've known for years...
As he sat down I offered him a drink and he said that he hadn't had any alcohol in over a year and but would love a Coke.
Curious I asked what had brought on his decision to stop drinking. (I hoped I wasn't being rude by asking...)
He said it all started with a girl but seemed to end with many nights
alone in a bar and one day he realized he didn't like what he had
become.
I know how he feels.
And after listening to my album he said he thinks he knows how I feel.
We talked about music. But not very much.
We mainly talked about life...
I probably wasn't a very good rock and roll interview but it was great evening...
And anyway, fuck it. Rock and Roll is over-rated... (Unless you're the Rolling Stones!)
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OK everyone enough of my rambling, it's time for me to go...
So you sleep tight and take care, OK?
Robin
P.S. I'm really not that fancy... This is a little trick Hope and I discovered going to
Disneyland Paris once. Book the cheapest Eurostar ticket you can find
and just before you pay they offer you the option of upgrading to
Leisure Class (essentially First Class) very very cheaply. For £20 we
can all pretend we're fancy... Champagne anyone?
P.P.S. Another holiday tip: Kids love Italy. One morning in Milan Hope came
running back to our table and in an excited whisper said "Guess what
Dad! They have chocolate cake for breakfast. Chocolate cake!"
Actually... I love holidays in Italy too.
9:17 AM
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