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I’m listening to Death Cab for Cutie after a few glasses of a Primo Estates merlot and thinking how much I enjoy the music even if I’m looking forward to a pint to get the taste of the wine out of my mouth. Not a very good drop to be honest and I’m not usually one to point out faults. I only had it because someone I know might end up working for them. To be fair though their pinot gris was better by far.

So it’s been forever or at least a year which is nearly the same thing at this point. I decided a few weeks ago to get back into writing but there a few issues. Upgrade Wordpress: check. Deal with spam: check. Then get the new iPhone client: check. So here I am in a pub blogging.

So little to say, so many keys. I want to write something about how being drunk lets me feel so much more from the music but enough sobriety is creeping through to know that dog won’t hunt. Still, it felt real a few minutes ago. They have a song called “Title and Registration” that I love. I think it says something about every significant failed relationship I’ve been in. Yes, me and everyone else on the planet, but what brings it together with the whole drunk thing is that now that I’m married I’m not meant to dwell on past relationships. I still do, but not in a wish I were there sort of way. More that they were important and I would be throwing away part of myself to deny them. So drunk I can think about how hard break-ups can be but how real they make everything feel. So now I sit and drink where disappointment and regret collide. Buy safe in the knowledge that I have a happy home down the road and that regret aside I’ve made some good decisions.