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From Cullercoats to Whitley Bay to me…

Jem blogged beautifully about Cullercaots and her childhood here as a wonderful metaphorical device in a post about sex.

I first heard of Cullercoats in this song, when I was just a bairn.

Enjoy the video by the way – it’s an epic of early eighties literalism.

I loved the fairground metaphors for lust, and sex, and lost romance. I was, and still am, a kind of romantic.

Then in the late eighties, along came Bruce Springsteen, with his take on the Tunnel of Love.

I was old enough, and just about wise enough, to recognise the power of the lyrics.

“it ought to be easy ought to be simple enough
Man meets woman and they fall in love
But the house is haunted and the ride gets rough
And you’ve got to learn to live with what you can’t rise above if you want to ride on down in through this tunnel of love”

I chose a different route, eventually, eschewing romantic love for an optimistic but probably endless journey to become lovable through the practice of love for people and society. In the process I’ve probably learned a lot about the psychology of grail quests, about the endless adventurers who never cease seeking something that is always another day’s journey over the horizon. Learning to travel in peace, enjoying the journey and not being distracted by the sideshows, has been huge fun though, and promises to continue to be that way.

In the same era as Tunnel of Love belongs Springsteen’s epic about narrowed horizons, the brilliant ‘Cautious Man’.

The road is a much easier place to be, and has so much more than just road, if you know in which hand you hold your fate.

However, to come back to our beginning, to the roar of dust and diesel and the cars that scream and slam.

As adults, we make our own fairgrounds and attractions. We own the pleasure parks where life stops, and we take a break from the mundane and the everyday. And whether we choose to build a house of horrors or a private arcadia, the responsibility, the risks and the rewards are ours. I’d argue that the greatest pleasure lies in co-ownership, in the mutual enterprise rather than the selfish internalization of desire and pleasure, but then that’s part of learning to live through love.




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