It's Monday again. I came home at 3 and put on Amelie, at the same time, doing some work. The part which left the biggest impression on me, funny it did not the first time round, but that was years ago; was the part in the pub where Bretodeau the old man, has just reclaimed his long-lost box of mementos. He downs the alcohol, wipes away the tears from his eyes, and turns towards Amelie,

Life's funny. To a kid, time always drags. Suddenly you're fifty. All that's left of your childhood... fits in a rusty little box.

Do you get it sometimes? I do. I get afraid of growing old and losing my energy, my agility and flexibility, my fitness, my idealism, most of all my sense of wonder.


My first mayday album. Their songs which capture so well the zeitgeist of Youth. But they are getting older too.