Friday, 12 September 2014

Addition to previous post

Last night the walls were thin between bedrooms. Next door it sounded as though somebody was rearranging the furniture during a couple of hours before and after I retired. I awoke several times, possibly 1,2,and 3 o'clock and could hear a deep male monologue going on but couldn't identify the words or if another person was responding more quietly.

I rarely seem to get an undisturbed night on these trips - I could reel off another ten anecdotes without thinking along these lines.


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2 comments:

Roderick Robinson said...

Paul Simon: Duncan

Couple in the next room,
Bound to win a prize,
They've been going at it all night long.
I'm trying to get some sleep,
But these motel walls are cheap,
Lincoln Duncan's is my name
And here's my song.

Sir Hugh said...

RR - listened to it on You Tube. Deceptively simple lyrics, and intricate sympathetic accompaniment. I was with Duncan the whole way.