Hugh speaks... Monday morning

Monday morning! My brother would doubtless sing the classic Boomtown Rats hit I Don’t Like Mondays if he was reading this now. He has got a really good voice too. In fact, his impression of Blondie is the best I have ever heard. When you open your eyes and see him, your mind cannot accept it. And that is a bit like the experience I had last night in Durham. Artichoke were in the city with a wide variety of artists, illuminating the city. When I woke up this morning, it was like seeing my brother, not Blondie, there out of the window. Durham had been wonderfully and magically transformed by the imaginations of these fabulous artists. And my brother and Blondie weren’t involved at all. The whole thing was dreamlike.

It made my journey south on the train this morning more colourful. First of all I heard this conversation: Tall Boy to Small Boy, “You will never know what it is like to be this size, but I know what it is like to be your size.” Small Boy to Tall Boy, “But you will never know what it is like to be this size as well as I do.” Then I saw an owl-like tree overlooking a cabbage-filled field and unused warehouses holding clouds hostage, issuing ransom fees to the farmers on tractors.

Getting off the train and onto this computer to write this blog was like waking up properly for the first time in a while. I feel like I’ve done an all-nighter…