I've paid a price, and i'll keep paying

A reader chastised me for quoting Sondheim and not something more hip well, I think the Grammy Award winners the Dixie Chicks song is appropriate:

Forgive, sounds good.
Forget, I'm not sure I could.
They say time heals everything,
But I'm still waiting

I'm through, with doubt,
There's nothing left for me to figure out,
I've paid a price, and i'll keep paying

I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should

I know you said
Why can't you just get over it,
It turned my whole world around
and i kind of like it

I made by bed, and I sleep like a baby,
With no regrets and I don't mind saying,
It's a sad sad story
That a mother will teach her daughter
that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.
And how in the world
Can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
Saying that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over

I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should

I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should

Forgive, sounds good.
Forget, I'm not sure I could.
They say time heals everything,
But I'm still waiting

So anyone who wanted to be my Valentine would have to agree with this (and Sondheim)and this...

Outcry after Unicef identifies UK's 'failed generation of children'

UNICEF

And this...


By the way, the London Underground is hell again today: severe delays, if a service at all, on several major lines. My Valentine to the current government is this: you give the public a crap free transport service everyday for at least 3 months and I might, just might consider agreeing with your 2012 Olympic Games. They even want to bid to host the World Cup in 2018 or something. Well, they've learnt to crawl. How about learning to walk before you run!

And if you do manage to get somewhere on time the wonderful, erotic Eartha Kitt has pounced into town at the Shaw Theatre. Her new CD is out live from New York's Cafe Carlyle. I was there, well, another night. Sensuous and sublime.