Tired Out

My Songshine Sounds blog co-host KK published a fun new prompt the other day. She has called it “Where were you? Tuesday“.

The idea is that she presents a song, and we respond with our memories of it. Where we heard it, what we were doing at the time, and so on. For this edition, she has chosen “I won’t do that” by Meatloaf.

I must admit that I was never a Meatloaf fan, but I remember this track from one of those compilation CDs, “Now That’s What I Call Music”. I don’t know if this franchise ever made it outside of the UK, but in the end they made more than a hundred of these things, I think (although I’d long since given up buying them by then).

But in the 2000s, I ripped every CD I owned to MP3, so I was able to look it up this evening. It was Now… #26, released in 2000. At that time, I bought music to wile away my three-hour commute up to London on the train.

The jobs were only standard 7½ – 8 hour days, but add that commute on top… Daughter was less than a year old, too, so it felt imperative to get home every night to see her, although Mrs Bump did most of the parenting by far.

And, you know how some jobs are better than others? Well, in 2000 I started probably my best ever job, as an architect for Coutts, a prestigious UK private bank. It was rumoured that Posh and Becks had accounts there, although I don’t know it that was true.

They were good people to work for because, while most companies scrimped, saved and cut corners, for Coutts, their reputation was everything. It was all done properly, the best of the best. That was a good working environment. I met many switched on people there and I was thrilled that these people regarded me in that same category.

So I’m sorry, KK, but I don’t have any specific memories of this track. I remember all those bloody hours, though!

Shady

This is my response to the Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we were given Cry To Me by Solomon Burke and asked:

What are you afraid of missing out on this summer?.
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Dragging It Out

This is my response to the Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we were given Got To Give It Up by Marvin Gaye and challenged to:

Write about something that you need to give up.
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Black Magic

This is my second response to the Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we were given Breakaway by The Beach Boys and challenged to:

Create something which links to the name of some confectionery.

I already posted my main response to this prompt this week (here) but thought you might enjoy this, too.

My prompt link here is straightforward enough. In the UK there is a brand of boxed chocolates called Black Magic, so I thought I’d post my own black magic today.

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Sugary Narcotics

This is my response to the Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we were given Breakaway by The Beach Boys and challenged to:

Create something which links to the name of some confectionery.
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The Way I Tell ‘Em

This is my response to the Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we were given Born on the Bayou by Credence Clearwater Revival and asked:

What hoodoo can you chase down about the place that you were born?

Okay, this ditty basically reads as a limerick, but I don’t form it as such, simply because it has four verses.

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Closure

This is my response to the Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we were given Get Ready by The Temptations and asked to simply:

Write a fairy tale.

Okay, a Fairytale of Paris, perhaps? I responded to Fandango’s Flash Fiction challenge the other day. If you remember, we used this image as its theme:

I felt that my original story had quite some more mileage, so here’s a second part, which I’m presenting today as my fairytale. You’ll understand why at the end.


Although it was only a short distance to the gallery, it was still raining. Rico himself opened the door, his normally floppy dark hair slicked back for the occasion, and looking distinctly uncomfortable in a shirt and tie. The girls rushed past him, into the warmth, and once they were safely inside, there were kisses all around. Both Christa and Marianne had met Rico before, through Caro.

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Quenched

This is my response to the Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we were given Light My Fire by The Doors and asked:

What’s the biggest fire you’ve started?

It had been a long day, and Dom was looking forward to unwinding in a long, hot bath.

He had met Dick at Joe’s Bar, and over time, the two became friends. They were both professionals, Dick was an architect and was fifteen year’s Dom’s senior. Where Dom was starting his career, Dick was already climbing the ladder, he had worked hard, bought himself a large house, had given up his steady income and was using his architect skills – and his builder connections – to renovate it.

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