It’s all about the children’s books, isn’t it?
After a couple of weeks you’d think I’d have a number of fascinating and terribly exciting things to relate, right? So wrong it’s Right. Or is that so Right it’s wrong? Oh dear, brain on vacation but, I think, time to start using the darn thing again. Honestly, my war against my brain is quite painful to behold. Well, the hangovers are; and not so much to behold as to be in the midst of. Oh yes, sense is my friend. Now, what’s a friend again and why is sense one? What, if fact, is sense? I suspect that this is going to get all painfully philosophical and will drive be back into the cool caress of beer. I may be having a little problem with beer. And Sunday nights. And both together. Oh but I must stop spending my Sunday nights at the Duke – honestly, when the bar staff start chatting to you like an old mate [and know your drink order] you know you’ve become a smelly old regular. There are worse things, of course, of course.
The trip away was, well, away and mildly drunken. Strangely, it had something of an epiphaniacal week [make up your own etymology, I did]. Ahhhh, nothing like the sheer bloody insanity of the tropics to bring about revelations – especially that one about the four inbreds of the apocalypse. And, of course, affirmations - ‘this is not the life for me; this is not the life for me’. Please delete from the collective memory any comment I made about biological clocks ticking. Mine is no longer ticking. Not only is it not ticking but it is currently cowering under a bed all aquiver. Which is precisely where it should be, having no place in my present life. And, oh but of course, there are all the ‘why am I still pissing about’ and ‘here’s what I want to do’ type minipiphanies. Hopefully I won’t sit on them too long as is my terrible tendency.
Anything else I might have to say is of the minor boring rant and rave kind…maybe if I type it really quickly and all together…? TheflightssuckedbecauseIdidn’tgetawindowseat[thisruinsitforme,virgincunts].Myparentsare crazierthanevenihadthoughtandgettingmoresoas theyearsprogress.Thehomecomingwasruinedbytelstra being,youguessedit-completecunts,overmyphonelinehavingissueswhich weren’tfixeduntilthisafternoondespitebeingreported onFriday.That’saboutall.DamnImissedmyinnernet.
Ah, go on, missed me, didn't you?
8 comments:
We missed you? Did you go away or something?
Sounds like a pretty hectic holiday to me.
More like manic - I mentioned my parents, didn't I?
Ummm, as a newie, can I ask if that would be the Duke in Adelaide?? (Yes, I realise that is like asking someone from Sydney if they know my cousin... LOL)
Is your cousin called Dave?
The Duke, formerly the Duke of Edinburgh, of Enmore Road - if there's some weird spacial-temporal thing going on it could be the same pub. Full of gothy types and just general strange people. No, wait, I was there. I swear, who reads in pubs when the normal speaking volume of patrons is at shouting level?
Unless I'm misremembering badly, the Duke loses points for having a damn great TV screen on one wall.
Or was that just the pictures in my head?
Anyway, welcome back - and remember: hold stick near centre of its length. Moisten pointed end in mouth. Insert in tooth space, blunt end next to gum. Use gentle in-out motion.
Ah the giant tv is in what is now the smoke free [and usually patron free] zone. Right near the well-hidden pokies.
Thanks for the instructions - knew I was forgetting something...
ahhhh, it's nice to have you back.
manic vacations....sounds like you need another week to REALLY recooperate...
A week? A year or two would be good....
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