Late Night Melancholy

IT FEELS LATE. AND I don’t want any more dreams like that, to wake up in lemon-fresh sunlight feeling so mournfully down.

And I forgot to tag anyone with the six weird things. So I tag everyone & Chipper (who I emailed).

Laundretta was lying drunk out of her brains on the stairs when I came in from the chicken shop about an hour ago. Had to go about five minutes out of my way (avoiding the one that fries in pig-fat) for the one that does two pieces, chips and can of orange (excellent for turning cyder into punch) for “only” £1.99. Yeah, yeah, I bet you Americans can get the same for $1.99. Wouldn’t surprise me at all. One thing I hear over and over about the US of A is $1=£1 in spending power. Though I have to say, reading the prices in American magazines, this is not the case. And my friend Tommy Tired went to Manhattan to stay some years back. He said a loaf of bread and some eggs were $3.95 or something extraordinary. But maybe he bought them in the NYC equivalent of Harrods’ food halls.

Well I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to sit on my own without the warming glow of the computer. There is no television. One day I will explain just why I stopped watching it. I’m not one of those bourgeois “no telly in our house”-ites … oh that is a long story. Not into it now. The radio of course is babbling away as ever. There is always the Chinese mouse for entertainment. He was very naughty today. When I panicked, believing my landlord was going to come thundering upstairs into my room I piled some paperback books into his tank, which sits on a cupboard unless I take it down. With books inside it just looks like a scruffy bit of my clutter, you see. Anyway, at some point today the swine got up, got a liking for the back cover of one and had a good nibble at it. Which serves me right really. I could let him out for furry Scalectrix I suppose, but I’m not up for the stress of him running away. So usually I only let him run about on me.

I do not want anybody’s company. Other people don’t help me when I’m in a mood like this. When it gets past 2am, we’re into the dead part of night. My local shops stay open, but the streets are bare during those hours ’tween two and five-thirty.

Wish I could find a good book to read. But I don’t always have the attention span. I actually find it easier to write than to read things closely. Which does make sense when you consider it. I mean, be honest, folks: How many of us would rather talk than listen —? Be frank!! Well there you have it.

Well I’m going to go now… And go to Innesfree… Yeah. Hmmm. Lough Neagh was on the radio today. Biggest body of water in the UK & Ireland. Maybe I could drown myself there. O you’re getting stupid now… Okay shuttup man. Shut UP. Wish I could think up a good joke to finish on. Well the only one I can come up with is an old lollypop stick one. What happened when the frog’s car broke down?

It got toad away.

Boom-boom!!