27th November, 2017.
Have you ever heard the phrase, ‘bucket list’?
It’s a list of things you’re supposed to try and do, before you die: before you kick the bucket, in other words.
I …
You know, if you have to sit me down, and say, “Paul, what’s on your bucket list,” I swear, I couldn’t tell you.
Beyond, say, getting a recent model iMac, I don’t think there’s much I’d have on there.
But the concept is one I know.
And, frankly? A bucket list is something I keep thinking I should pencil up.
I’ve also noticed that bucket lists are the sort of things people want to make a contribution to.
Really.
You have to …
Do this. Watch that. Eat the other thing.
If you had the time and money — in between earning the money, raising the kids, and whatever else you need to do — to do so.
There’s only so much time in the day, in other words.
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However, one thing I do know?
Is that those oh-so-helpful bucket list suggestions include albums.
I know one friend has suggested I give Die Antwoord a listen.
Others suggest different bands.
I’ve been hairing around iTunes and Spotify, listening to various bits and bobs: and built up a serious amount of electronica as a result.
I’m also very aware that those suggestions?
Will include a film or two.
God knows how many people have suggested Citizen Kane, for example, or The Third Man.
There’s one film that has cropped up, plenty of times.
A Humphrey Bogart/Ingrid Bergman film made in 1942.
One I wrote a teaser about, only a few short days ago.
You’re right …
And, yes: I’m thankful I looked it up.
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