big bird in a small cage

thoughts, extrapolated from my frustration at being in a no.3 uniform shirt that's so tight i can't put my elbows within 10cm of each other, various items tugging at my belt which constricts around my waist, sore feet trapped and blistered by leather, chinstrap and earpiece grabbing at my head, lack of ventilation where i'm standing, 1m away from the air-conditioned lounge.

but, being the person i am, i don't voice my frustration, i try to enjoy myself and the company around me, have a good laugh, come home and have a good sleep, go sailing the next day, and then i come back and blog about something entirely different.

well, not entirely.

There was a house halfway 'round the world
And I was invited in for a small taste of gin
There was a hallway a thousand birds long
But the biggest one of all was in a
Cage too small

I asked the caretaker 'cause he owns an acre
Looked at me and laughed took another sip from his glass and said
Open up your ears and heart

You put a big bird in a small cage it'll you a song
That we all love to sing along
To the sound of the bird that longs

-Patrick Watson

freedom of movement. freedom of speech, eye contact, fidgeting, nuances, standing positions when in a group, feelings, happiness, stream of consciousness.

the future, the elastic quality of time as experienced by people, words and how shops/brands/multinational corporations pick their names, taglines. humour, James May's humour, scrabble. Niall O'Sullivan's essays for the Wimbledon website.

ridiculousness, especially. rain, and water, for that matter. that moment when a band first steps onto the stage (i've withheld this long to mention something music related).

cobbled streets, autumn leaves, winds in your face, open lawns, winding roads, undiscovered eateries. long walks and adventures and generally making a fool of yourself.

what fascinates you?