Tuesday, 21 February 2017

Unfettered and alive.

The way I see it, he said
You just can't win it
Everybody's in it for their own gain
You can't please 'em all

There's always somebody calling you down
I do my best
And I do good business
There's a lot of people asking for my time
They're trying to get ahead
They're trying to be a good friend of mine
I was a free man in Paris
I felt unfettered and alive
There was nobody calling me up for favours
And no one's future to decide
You know I'd go back there tomorrow
But for the work I've taken on

Extract from 'Free Man in Paris' by Joni Mitchell.

I had another rough day - lots of nausea from the chemo.....and lots of pain too. I slept a lot and then messed up the timing of my painkillers when I went to bed so that they stopped working too early and I ended up in agony in the early hours.

And I was thinking back to October 2014 when we just jumped on a coach to Paris for the day, just a month before my back started to break.

And spending the evening sitting at one of the pavement tables of my Algerian restaurant on the fringe of Belleville, eating couscous and pastries and watching autumn leaves blow gently past as the people of the night started to emerge from the shadows.

Mint tea and a cigar.

"I was a free man in Paris
I felt unfettered and alive"

Then I'm back on the Place de la Concorde, waiting until the very last minute to get back on the coach and the long journey home.

Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
Contact me: neilwithpromisestokeep@gmail.com

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