Early afternoon in the Dark Side of Yorkshire.

Our 98 month old puppy with his way too full Dark Side of the Moon toy basket. I wonder if Pink Floyd ever imagined that their iconic 1973 album cover would reach these heights in 2024.

That box has seen many uses prior to being a well chewed soft toy repository. From LPs to loose photos to work documents. The box started to spilt with the weight of my records (a few Floyd ones as well) ….Too many records bought over the years. Photos, too many photos taken over the years…. Finally they got filed away neatly in albums. Work documents, well to be more precise, problems to be sorted. Overdue invoices, out of balance accounts, complaints, that kinda thing. Lots and lots of staffing issues. A bit too often this box was mostly filled with what felt like scripts from The Office. Let’s just politely say larger than life characters. Our Yorkshire equivalents of an Angela, Ryan, Andy and unbelievably TWO Dwights. Add our human (I think) version of the paranoid android Marvin from Hitchhikers Guide and someone who could out swear Gordon Ramsey. Oh let’s not forget the chap who thought it was ok to use a work credit card to buy stuff for his house including a PlayStation. The problems that box contained, Dark Side of the Moon definitely the perfect moniker back then.

But now it’s full of dog toys that have definitely seen better days. The abuse those poor things take on a daily basis. How does that fit in with the albums original themes of time inevitably passing, madness and the conflict between light and darkness. When the mad pup stops chewing his tennis ball, I will ask him.

27 thoughts on “Dark side of the moon

  1. Pink Floyd music always reminds me of my friend’s older brother. He would playing his albums somewhere in their house, while we ate our packed lunch in the lounge, attempting to chat over:
    Another Brick in the Wall or
    Comfortably Numb or
    Shine On You Crazy Diamond or…

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      1. True, very true. Her brother seemed so sweet. My older brother was into Brian Eno, but also Black Sabbath. When he and everyone else was out, I played things like War Pigs really loud.

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  2. Maya has punctured a couple of tennis balls, and put her teeth through three frisbees, but her 3 teddies are intact (just gummed and bit whiffy) and her other toys are still good. Like Maggie, she’s not a chewer, just loves to hear them squeak.

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