The thing about curfews that I have learned recently is that they cause strife and good dialogue. I've got some absolute comedy gold from some of the curfew related conversations I've had with my flatmate but I just don't think she quite realises how many parties I leave sickeningly early to get back in time for the curfew. That's not even counting the after-parties and strange events in the twilight hours I've passed up because of the curfew.
Last night I was out with chums on the pretext of doing some work related stuff. It started off well and for at least a bit we were furiously coming up with ideas and writing them down in moleskines but then we were forced to leave the bar because of the football being on. Then we stumbled onto some metal pub where I brought a double round of beer and the work sort of stopped. Instead we swigged away happily while talking about fights, Roy Orbison and the Stones.
My first encounter with the stones was rather late, I think I was a teenager and while rooting around in the attic (which was always a source of exciting things) I found some of my father's records and a slightly wonky wind-up gramophone. The sleeves were caked with dust and I can remember slowly cranking up the gramophone while I looked at the strange cover of 'Let it Bleed' wondering what sort of music would be contained inside.
I listened carefully to it, and I can remember frowning slightly at some of the tunes but the final track 'You can't always get what you want' completely blew me away. If I'd had any say in my father's funeral or memorial it would have been one of the tunes I would have played.
Anyway it was a great pub conversation. and I was really having a great time but then when the clock struck ten I had to scamper off into the night to get home before the dreaded curfew. It was a real shame but then I suppose you can't always get what you want...
