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Cats and the Irish avantgarde
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Oh the things used to chop and snort, my favorite back in the day was a CD by the Afghan Whigs, a ep actually called What Jail is Like, funny it never struck me until i read this post… and i once had a good friend tell me he thought prison would be good for me, said i had a lot of thoughts in my head and it would give me time to get them down, oddly enough he meant it as a compliment.
I prefer to get those thoughts down in a blog myself :)
One thing druggies are never short of is advice. I get told to take care of myself often. The remedies they suggest would involve me ruining my life through my own willpower. The same people ten minutes later start moaning about their jobs and stress and money, and how “lucky” I am, for example, to be going up the park tomorrow to get stoned and drink Prosecco with Wendy. It’s got nothing to do with luck. You said yourself once that living a life is an art. It’s not easy for poor people like you and me but the rich are hopeless at it.
“What Jail Is Like” made me laugh. Not sure if you will have them over there but there’s a very famous series of books called Ladybird books which almost everyone my age read as a child, and which used to teach children (and adults) about everything under the sun. “What Jail Is Like” is one of the great unpublished Ladybird titles.
Tonight, it’s fast, off a postcard of “Ruth” a painting of a sexy-looking hay-gathering girl from 1884 by Charles Landelle. The profane and the profound together make for the best evenings.
My wife consumes a staggering amount of food. She eats like a longshoreman. It shows, too. But that’s the third rail. I don’t dare say anything.
The betting shop sounds like a winner. You’ll meet a better class of people than you did at the University.
Your comment to kono is a marvelous post in and of itself. What a treasure chest this site is.
i am just marginally drunk enough to catch up with looby, and i’m on my way to the Asshat Lounge. i can’t tell you how fascinating it is that the two of you are interacting out here… two brilliant minds, gifted wordsmiths… moving in very different directions now, but completely connecting!
ok. maybe i’m drunker than i thought…
Now. now, lady, calm down with all that flattery. One of us is English, you know.
Seriously though – thanks! And happy drinking!
I’m new here, and I’m intrigued about this whole Wendy situation. Seems like you two just get together and get drunk, and if that’s as far as it goes, that can be pretty great. Do keep us posted!
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Hello Kenneth, always nice to see a new face round here.
I do enjoy getting drunk (etc.) with Wendy but it’s always slightly tarnished with frustration now that I’m at the limit of what she feels for me. Dare say we’ll carry on, but I’d much prefer it now if I could switch off the other feelings that I have for her, the ones different from friendship.
Will have a look at The Gancer this afternoon.
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