I kissed an (old) girl and I liked it

What’s to be said of that post? a blinder sir, good stuff.

You’re very kind kono. All I do is write about what happens to me. Or what I make happen to me, I suppose. How can anyone ever determine their position between passivity and agency? Writing all this is simple. I don’t have to imagine anything. It’s just description.

You are correct the writing is the simple part, the real art lies in the living, and that is an art that is lost on many but not on you my friend.

And since i’m a bit stoned… i was at the clubhouse the other night talking about this very thing, (mainly to a beautiful, coked out girl half my age) how people need to write things down not for any grand reasons but just to tell stories, to share experiences or moods or thoughts, to remember friends and family and strangers, we can laugh at the blogosphere but it is an easy tool to document our stories, of course co-opted into commerce by most who are using it and pushing a brand but those are the true sickos, i dig the fact that i can find a cricket loving, boozehound, speed freak who loves techno, who i’ve never met but enjoy reading about, maybe it’s just i like fucking weirdos ;) but what a fascinating medium, imagine some poor bastard 40 years from now finding this blog or the lounge for that matter, i’d dare say they’d be entertained, they’d have the musings of these past lives, again stories passed along, and i’m quite sure it wouldn’t be what they read in school, it would give a different perspective on everything they’ve been taught, alright see what happens when a shut-in forgets to smoke enough gear to put him on the couch, rambling…

What are we going to do with all of this when we go? Which I always think, is any day. I don’t know how a hundred units a week pisshead and moderate speed addict of about 35 years, gets away with it. Because I enjoy life, that’s how. People are constantly kind to me. I am often in wonderment at the kindness people show me. I don’t have rancour or bitterness to anyone. It’s a waste of energy.

I like recording my life. I think it’s a pretentious writerly vanity to think that our lives are important to others, but I understand it when writers say that they are compelled to write. And reading as well, because you learn how to write from reading, and I enjoy it intrinsically. I am making slow but sensuous progress with James Joyce at the moment and laughing sometimes, with wonder at how the fuck he does it.

P.S. For some reason I have no idea about, coke seems to be coming down in price round here. It’s been 90 or a ton a gram for a long time. But I got a gram for a friend the other day – I can’t afford it myself – for 70 quid.

I was a bit doubtful at that price so I did slice off a wee line for myself, and it was really nice! It’s too dangerously addictive that stuff, and I’m glad I can’t afford it. I wonder what you pay over there though.

(These ramblings come to you courtesy of speeded-up-5am-comments-r-us.com.)

I was near the British Museum, a bit lost, and I asked two girls if they could give me directions. One snapped at me, “NO!” and walked on. What’s wrong with people?

“ligging” and “sarnies.” Two trips to Google in one post. That’s hitting a double.

70?! Did she have her teeth?

I’m sorry you had a bad experience with the girls in London, but London is not England. That’s why I was surprised at the hostility of the people I encountered. We’re not that bad up here!

This teeth thing. A few people have mentioned it. It’s an ageist comment, a code for saying that she must be unattractive because of her age, and that anyone who – at least temporarily – finds her attractive is a loser. As if we’re only allowed to fancy people within a narrow margin which overlaps our own age.

Well I don’t give a shit. My former next door neighbour is 73, and I would.

Aww, don’t get sore. You’re reading too much into it. It’s not a manifesto on age or social status. It’s the same wry comment that *anyone* would make. If you tee it up by telling us you’re snogging a 70-year old, don’t be surprised if we swing for the fence in the comment section.

Your last sentence there Exile illustrates the mutual incomprehensibility of British and American English :)