IT'S BEEN AN UNREMARKABLE DAY: Mother Hubbard made a fantabby-hooby Sunday lunch with cauliflower cheese and all trimmings (but no Yorkshire pudding -- Aunt Bessie had the day off). I watched back-to-back nature documentaries on UKTV History & the BBC (via my tellybox). Wild boar -- swilling with pigfat -- and later on, those evil giant hornets that kill 70 humans a year in Japan alone. Incidentally, did you know the Japanese call giant wasps soo-zooms (スズメバチ)? That's onomatapoeia at it's best!
My childhood (as told to my lil green notebook) is not coming alone too swimmingly. I feel a rather condensed version coming forward for eventual publication here...
Thelma & Louise is on as we speak. Can you believe I've never seen that film? Plus I didn't quite realize quite how much of a chickflick it was. Which ought to tell you just how engaged with the popular culture I really am these days ...
Two of my old dealers have emerged from the cesspit of their retirement to deal another day. Which accounted for the annoying telesales calls bothering us all afternoon. Apparently one of them, who was always swilling enough pigfat for at least two, is now just the size of one man. Mother H says she suspects he's been labouring on building sites. But what on earth would possess a professional drug dealer, used to turning over £100s a day, to jack it all in and hump around hodloads of bricks for a living..? Makes no sense to me ... When I last saw him he was turning his nose in the air, informing me he'd graduated to powder coke sales ... (better class of clientele than heroin addicts, I suppose). Why someone like that would pick manual labour as a further career move is beyond me. (And no; they don't have chaingangs or anything like them in British prisons. Even picking oakum and sewing mailbags has gone out of the (heavily barred) window, so I'm told.)
My suspicion is, his sudden shrinkage of the waistline has the same cause behind it it always has when I meet anyone gone suddenly gaunt on the street. Cocaine. (Though in most cases, admittedly, it's down to crack and not the "posh" variety...) Yup! Methinks Fat Freddie got high on his own supply, blew his chances and has had to crawl back to the sewer of heroin-dealing ...
And nothing, bar the most severe evidence to the contrary will ever convince me otherwise!!
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PS This is quite a good coke link
Soo-zooms I like that. I see you are into all kinds of literary devices today with onamatapoeia and alliteration.
ReplyDeleteHe invented a rainbow but lightning struck it
shattered it into the lake-lap mountain
so big his mind slowed when he looked at it
I don't know why but those are some of my favorite lines of poetry. Always have been. It's the shattered rainbow image that I love so much.
Wish Fat Freddie would crawl back into his cesspool and leave you alone. Take care.
I think you're totally spot-on with the building site coke guy. I'd have thought exactly the same thing.
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Scary stuff about those hornets...but your dinner sounded good :)
ReplyDeleteSo what did ya think about the flick-- even though it was a bit too "chick"??
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Your fascination with wasps intrigues Evil Spock. Oh, and the Japanese hears cats saying: "nyao-nyao" as opposed to "meow-meow"
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No it wasn't too chick at all. In fact they deliberately hammed up the car chase/shooting guns/etc aspects to please male cinema-goers, I'm sure.
ReplyDeleteAnd as for the ending:: girls after my own heart. That is exactly what I would have done. If I was wanted by American police I would make sure I came in dead, not alive...
(What's the point of living to "fry another day" on the "chair" ...?)