Modern Life is Rubbish – Blur (1993) – Chosen by KC
Badger – By quirk of fate, this album was the next one to be written about by KC on a Fridays – so we’ve bought it forward a few days, rather than just repeat ourselves.
A few weeks after I get back from Spain I have a job interview, it’s a basic job for an administration assistant in a Recruitment Agency. The job is based right in the centre of Exeter City. I am quite nervous it is the first job interview I have had in about ten years. Things have very much moved on since I last had an interview.
On the day of the interview I arrive in the centre a bit early, having taken my mum’s advice and given myself plenty of time to get there, get parked etc. In fact I have about an hour to kill. I go and grab a coffee in a nearby café.
Half an hour to go. I start to aimlessly wander around the shops. Next door to the office is the Oxfam shop, this is one of three Oxfam shops in Exeter, one is a book shop, one your average run of the mill charity shop and the other is a music shop. I walk in the music shop, by accident really, because what I want to look at it is books.
It is here that I find three things, firstly a copy of this record, ‘Modern Life is Rubbish’ – a record that as it happens and as we are here, is one of my favourite records of all time. A record that is just quite glorious for beginning to end. I’m not sure what happened to my last copy, I have a sneaky feeling that my ex husband ‘liberated’ a few of my CDs to a charity shop in Bristol, anyway. I am delighted to find a copy. I am also delighted to find a copy of ‘His n Hers’ by Pulp another record that I love and one that will feature on a Friday fairly soon.
The third thing I find in this shop is ‘Daniel’ (and I’ve changed his name for reasons that will become obvious in a few weeks time, if that’s not too much of a spoiler). He works behind the counter in Oxfam. He is in his late twenties, attractive, tall, his hair is all over the place but you can work on that. He has a wonderful smile.
“£4” he tells me, followed by “Bargain, I love this Blur record”. I smile and tell him I do to, and that I’d lost my old copy. I checked the clock behind him I have fifteen minutes to get next door.
“You look smart” he said, I tell him I have a job interview next door with the recruitment agency and that it was my first interview for about ten years and that I was quite nervous. I stop and I realise that I am gabbling. I do this when I am nervous, I also according to my mum do it when I am in the presence of someone that I am attracted to. I feel myself blushing, when I was younger I blushed at everything. I remember watching a James Bond film with my dad and when a ‘sex scene’ came on (I mean it wasn’t sex, it was kissing and a bit of rolling about) I blushed like crazy and my parents thought I had a crush on Roger Moore for decades. I didn’t, now Daniel Craig, that’s another matter. Anyway…
Daniel (yup you can see what I did there) hands me the CDs, offers me a bag and then with a smile, which kind of makes my knees wobble a bit, says
“Good Luck, come back and tell me how it went, I’m sure you’ll be fine”.
Oh god. I blush again, a deeper more embarrassing blush and say “Ok”. I try to smile back, I mean I want to but if I do it will come across like I’ve got wind or something. So I kind of just smirk.
I dash out of the shop, pop the CD bag into my other bag, take a massive deep breath and go in for the interview.
An hour later, I walk out of the building, my stomach grumbling, take another deep breath and sit on the bench, hungrily eyeing up the bakers across the road. It went ok, I answered the questions, I didn’t drop my water everywhere or swear, which is rare achievement for me these days.
Someone taps me on the shoulder. I look around, and its Daniel.
“So” he said – blimey I think to myself, he’s either massively over friendly or really desperate.
“Do you want a cup of tea?” I ask him, praying that its the second bit of the last sentence and I point at the bakers across the road. Then I realise that I have just come across like the second bit of that sentence as well.
We have tea, I have a cake as well. We chat, we exchange numbers, but before that I ask him importantly if he has anyone special in his life. He says no. He tells me that he is ‘between jobs’ having given up his last job in Winchester to come back to Exeter to look after his mother after his dad died (his dad died after falling off a cliff on the South West coast path). I just want to hug him there and then. God, that sounds like something my mother would say, but its true.
“I’ll phone you” I tell him, knowing that I will sit in my flat with his number in my hand for like an hour before doing so trying to work out what to say before stumbling around a conversation and sounding daft.
I walk off and I feel like skipping.