For Old Times Sake

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne.

Can you smell it? I can. The lingering scent of failure! It was grinning back at me from every corner on that New Year’s Eve. It sat perched on top of my Andy Warhol prints, it had even snuck in behind my good-luck elephant, trunk pointing up. The bitter smell of a broken hearts 💔 Unlucky in love you’re thinking? I always thought so.

Still, I kept myself busy that New Year’s Eve drinking Toohey’s Dry, one bottle after another, not caring that every drop would go to my fat belly. Inside, not alone, everything stunk! Well, that’s how it felt!

For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne

Him? Funny you should ask! Well, he kept himself busy laying about as he does, playing on his apps, occasionally looking somewhat blankly at his 🍎 tablet like he’d done every night for the last three years. Was it an addiction? I wasn’t sure. Was anyone even on the apps? Oh, well it didn’t matter as I was too emotionally fucked to pop. The digital gadgets proved to to be entertaining in sickness…and in health, I thought to myself.
I spread fruit cheese over my cracker, turned on the TV set and settled down to watch Sydney’s New Years Eve Fireworks- Spectacular hosted by pop queen, Kylie Minogue. The theme that New Year – embrace; he did a bump while I opened a bottle of French Champagne. As the clock ticked over, fireworks danced across my big 42-inch plasma, which had a few problems, some sort of electrical interference. ZZZZSssss! I recall I thought about love, I thought about absent friends too, and I thought about me. Crazy, dumb, cunt me!

And for long, long ago, my dear
For long, long ago,
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
For long, long ago.

At some point, I was reminded of Joan Lindsey’s ‘Picnic at Hanging Rock,’ of how all the clocks mysteriously stopped at exactly the same time, and for a moment all the characters were neither here nor there! This was my Joan Lindsay moment; my time to stop and ponder what could have been, as best I could, and let it go. The pop song Timebomb played alongside Sydney’s fireworks on TV and by the time Ms Minogue had reached the chorus, I had fired up my Samsung laptop. We’ll take a cup of kindness yet, I thought…For long, long ago

I searched Google, the movie poster of Picnic at Hanging Rock popped up. On the poster, Miranda, the angelic missing school girl from Appleyard College in the story, is disappearing between the walls of a narrow cave. I clicked and posted the image online. Everything begins and ends at exactly the right time and place, I uploaded onto Facebook as the clock struck five past twelve. Our time had ceased to exist…as lovers we were neither here nor there! 💔 I sipped my cheap Champagne and closed my laptop. I sensed a new beginning on that day, New Year’s Day 2013! I’d made it out alive. Finally it was my time to sing!

And surely you’ll buy your pint-jug!
And surely I’ll buy mine!
And we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

A note from the author – In 1788 the Robert Burns sent the poem ‘Auld Lang Syne’ to the Scots Musical Museum, indicating that it was an ancient song but that he’d been the first to record it on paper. The phrase ‘auld lang syne’ roughly translates as ‘for old times’ sake’, and the song is all about preserving old friendships and looking back over the events of the year.