I'm sat here in Bangalore, the distant sound of endless car horns filtering gently in from the outer ring road, waiting to go home. Holst's Moorside Suite says it all.
I could put up a crappy quality YouTube link here, but instead you'll have to find a real brass band in order know what I mean, sorry.
Bad luck! I know all about the loneliness and depression of being away from home, stuck in some poxy hotel in some noisy poxy country.
Bon voyage!
A great piece.
A long long time ago I worked in Saudi and I recall hearing Simon and Garfunkel's "Kathy's Song"
"And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England, where my heart lies"
Cue sobs and snot.
Holts unfinished masterpiece:
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Gets me every time.
Thanks, back in Blighty now.
All somewhat poignant, as I'll not be returning, at least not with my current employer. All a bit fin de siècle at the moment.
