Many Rivers To Cross
The vested interests of MPs, and rest in peace, Jimmy Cliff.
Many rivers to cross
And it’s only my will that keeps me alive
I’ve been licked, washed up for years
And I merely survive because of my pride
Song: Jimmy Cliff.
Seeing the first headline today, I was taken back to 1989.
It was my last year of high school, but I’d dropped out, faced with the horror of becoming an accountant or a lawyer. It must’ve been a Monday because the music programme I’d gone on, fleeing the prospect of a passionless future, was at the YMCA that day.
The rest of the week, we were in Rugby League club rooms, which came with a stage and smelled of spilt beer - authentic environs for the years ahead playing in bands.
On a Monday, though, I walked into town, passed my old school, with a guitar strapped to my shoulders and hair long enough to warrant a detention if I were still in attendance.
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