*because you're not strong enough. (And, anyway, was she worth it?)
A while ago, when listening to this song, I decided to use it
to illustrate a certain theologico-psychological point. However, yesterday night when I’d
come back home from the pub* I put on some music and in the randomly composed
playlist** Cher cropped up again. Suddenly I thought of a different point.
As luck would have it, in the pub and on my
way back I had been reflecting a little on the subject of random sex, as you sometimes do in pubs or on your way back home (a funny dark-skinned woman was walking provocatively in the middle of the road), and I
remembered a few old mates of mine who tended to be rather indiscriminate as to
who they fucked (general fitness was a condition, but apart from that not much else).
As most of us know, either from experience or otherwise, random fucking fucks
up relationships, because it proves that, in some very important respect, you don't give a fuck. Strangely this crucial realisation - that relationships can be
fucked up, and fucked up for good - doesn't seem to have sunk in with many of us, especially regarding the main relationship in our life: the one with God. So yesterday night I imagined God singing the song to whoever has just managed to fuck up that ultimate romance, which we are not strong enough to live without, as we may find out one day, after we've heard the Creator's cover of that gloomy 1998 hit.
*Adnams and Spitfire (in reasonable amounts) – and waves of fond
London and Kent memories just flooded me.
*Grooveshark; I don’t know if they’re legal, but surely they’re convenient.
***O.K., perhaps not funny at all, but - as I'm just planning to quit swearing altogether - I thought I'll go the whole fucking way).
*Grooveshark; I don’t know if they’re legal, but surely they’re convenient.
***O.K., perhaps not funny at all, but - as I'm just planning to quit swearing altogether - I thought I'll go the whole fucking way).
