Tangled Web

I have lots of CDs.  I never play them.  Looking in a positive light, they represent a lifetime of music, the soundtrack to how I lived, how I felt, what I wanted others to think I liked, when secretly all I played was Kate Bush, Stevie Nicks and occasionally Nick Cave.  I couldn’t listen to Nick Cave for a long time, due to broken-heartedness over the man who gave me a Nick Cave CD.  Music and scent, they take you right back.

I thought I’d listen to them as I was tidying, but I don’t want to go back.  I realise that that’s the whole point of this tidy-up.  Moving forward.  Pre-selling-CD-listening is for another time.  Pressed ‘play’ on favourite Kate Bush and Peter Gabriel mixed tape*. 

Now I have come to the point where I must gird loins and face the tangled web I’ve weaved – the cable box.

Many of these cables would no doubt be historical artefacts, which makes me thinks somebody, somewhere is scanning eBay for similar even as I type.  If only I knew what half of them plugged in.  This is the underlying issue with the cable box, the ‘I might need that’ syndrome.  The glory drawer or fruit bowl, dumping-ground-receptacles, also stand on that principle.  A few years ago, having cleared out the glory drawer, specifically of the tiniest Allen key on the planet, in fine fettle, I decided to take down the Laura Ashley lace curtain in the hall and give it a twirl in the ‘delicates’ cycle.  Got the ladders out and everything, before realising what the tiniest Allen key on the planet was for – loosening the Laura Ashley curtain pole.  The curtain remains indelicately uncycled to this very day.

Have just found tiny Allen keys on eBay.

Am in the zone.

*For anyone under 40, that’s what a playlist used to be called.  If they are, in fact, still called playlists…

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mixtape#:~:text=Throughout%20the%201980s%2C%20mixtapes%20were,a%20medium%20for%20homemade%20mixes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2yUN6CsuVPw

Credit: Sir W Scott ‘Marmion’ 1808. [paraphrased].