…And This Time I Mean It

Words to the wise: After no drinking at all for a fortnight, do not REPEAT NOT fall off the wagon by going to a Beer Festival and starting with a cheeky half of 8% abv Barley Wine. Do not follow that up with a variety of Milds, Bitters, Ciders and Perrys. On absolutely no account respond to “ooo that’s the last dregs of that barrel. You can finish that off for nowt if you like?” in the affirmative.

Remember, you are not a witty and erudite foppish Lord Byron character. You are a beardy drunken twat who is slurring his words and having trouble operating his coat.

Jesus. it’s back to my teenage theme only this time the sort of Hangover I used to get after a night out when I was 17. Never Ever Ever again

Mind in the gutter

I was reading the Observer at the weekend and got to this article where Sarah “property ladder” Beeny was discussing how people on TV get “extra points” in the good looking states. What she actually said was:

“I think I’ve definitely got two extra good-looking points.”

No argument from me.

blue-arsed fly

Worrying long gaps developing between posts. I must NOT let this just fizzle out. I’m enjoying the writing too much to drop it but struggling to find enough time when i’m a/ awake enough and b/ not busy with something else.

I’ll probably write more about it later but R.I.P. Robert Anton Wilson

and if the devil is six…

More stepping back in time. I’m probably about to burst into a mid-life crisis, aren’t I?

Watched “Wargames” which rekindled my teenage love for Ally Sheedy and then the Pixies film “loudQUIETloud” which took me to a slightly later phase of teenage. My first illicit trips to “Pinky and Perky’s” nightclub in Dumfries, a place I wasn’t old or cool enough to be in. Going there was never about the booze. It was that handful of records they played every time, records you never heard anywhere else.
I was hooked from the first time I felt that nursery rhyme bass line, and That voice singing “and this I know, his teeth were white as snow”.

By the time the bombastic chorus started, I was in love and had no idea who with. For weeks, I was trying to find this mysterious record about “Jack heartay” eventually discovering the nightclub sound system had conned me and what i wanted was “Gigantic”. So gigantic it filled my head and never left.

To Work

How did I deal with my morning panic about it nearly being the end of my holiday and not having done any of the stuff I planned to??

By watching “Lisa and the Devil”, a Tom Baker era Doctor Who, 2 epsiodes of Inspector Morse and doing all the puzzles in the Guardian, that’s how. A constructive day if ever I heard one.

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