I've got to say I think it's pretty sad that the real Geraldine is no longer a social worker and is selling bloody T-shirts with Glasvegas instead. As well as everyone elses comments about love etc, I'd also say that the song is giving a different view of social work than the one we normally get. We only hear about the failures of social workers and it's nice to hear a song that heroises them rather than demonises them. The fact that Geraldine herself has abandoned such a noble calling for the sake of selling merchandise for a band (basically being a hanger-on) does undercut that message somewhat. I wonder if she appreciates the irony...
I've got to say I think it's pretty sad that the real Geraldine is no longer a social worker and is selling bloody T-shirts with Glasvegas instead. As well as everyone elses comments about love etc, I'd also say that the song is giving a different view of social work than the one we normally get. We only hear about the failures of social workers and it's nice to hear a song that heroises them rather than demonises them. The fact that Geraldine herself has abandoned such a noble calling for the sake of selling merchandise for a band (basically being a hanger-on) does undercut that message somewhat. I wonder if she appreciates the irony...