Lost Entries

Between the fissure of intention and action, 208 entries of English Dreaming, English Rain can now officially be declared lost. Two Moleskines’ worth of words intended for remain unpublished. The sheer scale of missing dispatches makes me realise the vast difference between writing something and actually posting it.

Once externalised, some passages are too personal for publication. Others crumble under the urge to polish. Some stay in black on white scratching because there are times when I cannot forget the motto ‘know, will, dare and be silent’. Most often, they fail to make the jump because I leave too long between writing the review of an event in the little black book and typing it up. Whether Blade Runner live at the South Bank or pheasant curry at Rules, if they words are not posted within a couple of days, the failure of momentum makes me doubt their value.

Of all the lost entries, the ones I missed putting up most are ‘Changing the World One West Ham Fan at a Time’, ‘Pacific Highway’ and ‘Duke Vin and the Birth of Ska’. Maybe these tales of terrorist T-shirts, romance on the road to Port Macquarie and shaking hands with ska legends will have to emerge in some other form.