Steal my girl

For those of you who were worried about me not having posted over the last couple of days, you will be glad to hear that I am still alive.  And many thanks for the concern. For those of you who didn’t even notice my absence, thanks. For nothing.

I was a victim of crime. Albeit only a minor victim as there was no bodily harm or extensive damage to my psyche.  Some despicable degenerate of society broke into my car whilst I was having lunch with a few colleagues on a business trip. Him/her/they/it stole my laptop bag which coincidentally, also contained a laptop and some headphones.  Oh, and my passport.  This implied a limited exposure to blogging over the weekend and a restriction on my travelling.

Any traveling businessman will tell you how important a laptop is.  That piece of electronic equipment is a life-saver, a companion, a good listener. It’s like I have a second wife keeping me company during long flights and lonely hours.

I’m fine and will survive another day as soon as I have completed the five stages of grief, with the help of my counsillor, Mr Jack Daniels. Somewhere out there is an idiot with no regards for another person’s personal stuff.

He though it a good idea to Steal my girl as sung by One Direction.

I hope whoever took her gets bunions in their arse.

Girl Almighty

I survived a One Direction concert.  My eardrums not so much.  The noise of 69,000 (minus 2) fans screaming at the same time is a sound you probably never forget.  It cuts through bone.

I was surprised to know that some of their songs were not half bad.  I decided to post this one, which I heard them perform live for the first time.  I really liked the arrangement of the song which has a folk-music kind of vibe.

I hope you’ll forgive me with Girl Almighty.

The Story of my Life

In the spirit of me having to buy tickets to go see One Direction this weekend, I’m forcing myself to find a song that I like enough to post today, before heading off to the land of a thousand screaming girls tomorrow.  Needless to say, we are only going to see 80% of the band, as Zayn has left the building.

Forgive me for my transgression, but like every father knows, when you have a daughter, your life story most probably evolve around them.  Which is the reason for me buying tickets in the first place.  The “The Story of my Life” is not half bad, I just find it ironic that at 22 they consider themselves equip and experienced enough to even have a life story to tell.  Anyhow, what do I know, maybe they have.