Friday 7:30 p.m.
Whilst trying to find a middle way through the soapbar drought, I decided that it would be okay if I only drank beer when I was in the pub. And Lo! Once again the dakini appeared and said: Well done for first of all pouring all the home brew down the drain and then resolving only to get pissed in the pub! I grant you once again two wishes.
Hurrah! I said: Well, could I have a half ounce of nice resin this time since yon skunk is a terrible gateway drug for nicotine? Also, how's about going for a few pints in solidarity with the Consortium of Pub-Going, Loose and Forward Women?
The effects of the vase breathing went off the scale again this afternoon and evening. Don't ask me why, Jack, because today I wakened with this semi-amnaesic sense of disquiet. I suspect I was trying to find out if the dakini's mother might be a millionaire supporter of struggling writers, but I definitely don't remember saying I wanted to do that to her. The next resolution has to be only drinking beer whilst in the pub, but not that much!
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What a wonderful snap of the first diggings in the previous post.
Why is it situated in a riverbed? Is the white stuff fertiliser?
MM III
Mingin'! The evil bourgeois steal our soil when we're not looking. The white stuff was photoshopped using the new flickerdot system on the mobile phone. Unfortunately, the phone went dark just after my third phone call about being on a train. I suppose that's it broke now. Cliche-itis gets them ever time! Hotboy
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Three calls from a mobile and then its buggered is a bit heavy on the planned obsolescence concept. If you send it to me at Box 370, I can see what Bashir in the market can do.
MM III
Mingin'! I had to spend £10 to get it topped up then discovered that it had been switched off somehow! I assume it costs bugger all to take photies and videos (which you can't send to anyone!), but it costs for emails and telling folk you are on the bus. Hotboy p.s. It if ever rings, or whatever it does, I'll be stuck. Maybe have to smash it if it doesn't stop ringing.
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Always good to be 'on the bus' as Ken Kesey used to say.
Didn't you and I see him perform at the Queen's Hall, that time I was over for a Pitch Inspectors meeting?
MM III
Mingin'! And he was quite entertaining! Hotboy
Mingin'! He said they never mickey finned anyone, unlike what it says in The Electric Cool-Aid Acid Test. Hotboy
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I have it on good authority that the author of "Electric cool-aid..." wasn't actually on the bus.
I loved the way that Neal set the bus on course, then left the driving seat, grooved around a bit, grooved some more, grooved even more, then plopped back in the driving seat.
Can you remember that bit? Or were you in the cludgie at the time?
MM III
Mingin'! He did write a brilliant book. I don't hold with these other shenanigans. Hotboy
Had the home brew gone off? I can't think of any other explanation.
At http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-512392/Skunk-overtakes-cannabis-resin-British-drugs-market-experts-police-demand-softly-softly-U-turn.html
Professor Appleby writing on skunk: "Now the evidence is pointing towards cannybliss yoghurt as a cause of severe mental illness. A change in classification could reinforce a strong public health message."
Congratulations to you on avoiding any such ill effects. Maybe you never took enough.
I love that book (the Kesey yin) even if it's truth-massaged.
Sorry about Hotboy's hangover-heid and faintly-remembered ribbings. It's my prediction that by tomorrow or next week there'll be much better things to occupy the mind- maybe even some blissful nowness, or videos of expert headstands.
My treat today was to encounter (in an M.Sc. exam paper) the quite beautiful misspelling of 'techknowledgy'. She's definitely passed, regardless!
Albert? As for Professor Appleby, why aren't all Jamaicans mad then? And Moroccans. When the revolution comes, all these lying stupid basturns will get taken out and shot.
Ion: Tom Wolfe is a very clever joe! So is Ken Kesey! I've got a present of two nights at the Samye next week, so that'll be good. Hotboy
My colleagues at the institute inform me that madness is culturally-defined. In Jamaica you'd probably be sane.
Doctor Bob told me to ask - do you want to say more about your father being a lesbian? Perhaps it all makes sense.
Albert? Was your father a lesbian as well? Cripes! No wonder you ended up funny! Hotboy
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