Nelson Galaxy

I literally time travelled yesterday. Yeah! It was brilliant. One moment all my clocks said 1pm and 15 minutes later they all said 12.15. I’d travelled an hour into the past. I don’t think it was just me either – the whole country partook in it’s own temporal back step. It made me feel a little nauseous and dizzy, but that may have been the two and a half bottles of red wine I’d had the night before.

I wish this could happen more often. I’m always grasping for more time. There just isn’t enough of the stuff in my life. I really struggle to fit everything in, to the extent that I’m not getting nearly enough sleep. I’ve got thousands of books, CDs and videos but not the time to get through them. I don’t think I’ll be able to read all the books I have before I pass off this mortal coil. Maybe I can take them with me – give me something to do in heaven. Let’s face it; it looks pretty dull playing harps on clouds and stuff. I’m gonna need a truck though.

Fitting in vocal and guitar practising is proving particularly problematic. I’m in the studio in a few weeks and need to be spot on. Every night I plan on spending an hour practising but things just seem to get in the way and time seeps away. It’s making me extremely anxious and frustrated. I just don’t want to let Napoleon down. I can envision the beginning of vocal recordings and see his face drop in disappointment. “You just can’t cut it Mr Galaxy. Please leave.”

So bear with me Napoleon, I am trying.

To quote Deanna Troi from Star Trek First Contact:
“This is no time to talk about time. We don’t have the time!”