One thing I have noticed about the place we live right now is that it is very very foggy on a morning and an evening, when other places are not.I love fog.
I am not so keen on driving in it, but I like being in it and looking at it.
So on the way home tonight, I began thinking back to when I was 14/15. I spent a lot of time in Germany, and I remember being dropped in the middle of nowhere with a group of chums to walk to the disco which was also in the middle of nowhere.
Like many I am sure, I spent a lot of my teenage years semi-pissed, often moreso. Especially when I was away from home, overseas with people older than me. I remember wearing my black suede long fringed cowboy jacket and lots of dark make-up.
I also remember being in a German boy's bedroom, Marcel Ahlborn was his name, and he said " fog " pointing out of the window as he said it. I misheard him and thought he said " fuck " and it took me a moment to realise he wasn't about to leap on me, but was merely chatting politely about the weather.
Anyway, I love fog.
