Post-Sunday Lunch

HAD A SLIGHTLY BIZARRE Sunday lunch round at Mother H's house. Sat there watching old Lost on DVD. Never been able to follow that series on television. That and Desperate Housewives came on in same season here, at least in Desperate Housewives there is SOME semblance of a plot, not just random happenings, rivetting in the moment yet meaningless out of it. Also, Lord of the Rings pixie guy on plane: heroin- on gums? P-lease! Also no way would you ever let someone else get hold of your stash. No way. Thankfully did not see THAT part repeated. That would have wound me up way too much.

Had been there about half an hour, dinner was an hour away when Mother Hubbard says, "Come on, Dodge is taking you down the pub, come on, don't you want to go?" etc etc. In other words. "Get outta my yard so's I can have that HIT I got hidden in my top drawer in PEACE." I know the lady well enough, let me assure you.

So I went down the pub, drank 2 pints of pub-water (ie those urine-weak drinks they serve up in pubs). Had fairly pleasant talk. I did notice the toilets had anti-snort pebbledash atop the lavvy roll dispensers. I mean!... It's not even a snorty kinda pub. More a Mogadon (sleeping pill) pub if you asked me. All dark wood and somnolent ambience. Well anyhow. Could not help but overhear Italian-American gentleman swearing at English grandmother not to read his mind for him...? Other people's conversations... Just bizarre because that's not the kind of place you get Columbo extras, that's all...

Had a lovely dinner, could not finish all due to ENORMOUS quantity of fluid imbibed. I drink strong cider in half-litre cans. Not weak beer nearly a litre in half an hour... on top of previous cyder imbibing... I don't know. Or is my body packing up in my old age?

At some point after dinner there was a ckerfuffle in the hall. I had to come out and look. Drugs runner had shown up asking for fresh needles (for self). Hmmm. Then Charles the boxer ran out with cash. I left him and Mother H to use in peace as had three sticky brown filters awaiting me at home...

I didn't really want to get into this my foot, my ankle stuff here. I only would mention it as a sign of desperation,... (what else WOULD it be?)...

Now all's dry, bar 50mg methadone till tomorrow... as Gloria Gaynor most famously sang: until then I WILL SURVIVE.

How do I know that?

BECAUSE I'LL HAVE TO!!!

See yers tomorrow, folks.........