HOT HOT HOT

I SEE DESHANE my support worker tomorrow. He mentioned two possibilities. I can move back to the inner city where I lived before. Surrounded by Jamaicans and Caribbean takeaway. Or onwards and upwards somewhere posher with wooded parkland and rich artists, pop stars and people like that. Which should I go for? 调和ulgar O shit I accidentally set this to Chinese... the vulgar shops (where I would shop) are a mere bus ride from Posh Park and I'm supposed to be getting a disabled pensioners' bus pass. Deshane is sorting that one too. I got 6xpassport pixx done today for £4. I look so YOUNG in these. Young and tanned. With hair the colour of nicotine stains (that did NOT photograph well).

I'm trying to get my friend Pinky (Perky's lesbian lover) to dye her hair purple. Schwarzkopf do an ultimate violet shade. I said I'd go for it too but she says no. Boring sow.



These are the woods near where a friend of mine used to live. They look a bit like the woods in Posh Park.

Now what d'you all think I should do? Move to the glamour of Posh Park? Or back to Jamaicaville? This is assuming I do HAVE any choice. I so hope I get to move please....

I've been in a soaring good mood today. Almost manic-like. Without the fratic racing thoughts and restlessness. I'm almost tempted not to take my meds tonight to see if I can get any higher... Know what I mean?

I hope you're all OK and not too HOT HOT HOT. It must have hit 90F today. SURELY.

Pinky owed me a £10er and paid me in a mobile phone. Brand new. I paid a £5er to get it unlocked. It works amazingly compared to the old phone that constantly blacked out and hung up on my callers...


I hope life's OK with you all...


BARBER'S ADAGIO FOR STRINGS BY TRINITY COLLEGE CHOIR, CAMBRIDGE
i have been looking for this for YEARS after I posted it up, then someone removed it from Youtube and it's back. The classic tune, set to video by Nasa... PLEASE WATCH IT
this is SUBLIME; a true classic
watch the video; it goes into outer space


RAVE 1992: A TRUE BLAST FROM THE PAST

Silver donkey OK

IF Y'ALL were wondering what I was blithering about earlier, it was mostly about my friend Belinda's poorly doggie Albert, who had an operation to remove a lump on his side last week and has been confined to his basket in sheer misery ever since.
Albert is nearly 15 years old, with fur the colour of a frosty morn. He looks like a little silver donkey with sad, sad eyes. He is so old he is almost deaf and never knows I'm there unles I put my hand down.
Yesterday he was so sick he was bundled up in a doggiecoat looking forlorn and cold ~ despite temperatures of 28C. Belinda said he's going to have to go under the knife again.
Today he looks much better. He won't be having an operation. Belinda says he looks so weary because he is stoned on all the painkillers and pills the vets gave him. Poor swine. I think he is going to be OK.

Flapper the wood pigeon is having a torrid affair! Yes! Off he flapped to the luxury high-gain aerial on the next road where he is to be seen cooing with a lady woodpigeon.
In the German version, by the way, I made a terrible mistake and said Flapper is perched up on a TV antenna with a deaf lady!
In mitigation may I point out that the German word for pigeon or dove is die Taube, while deaf is taub, so when I talk of a Taube-Frau, hoping this means a lady pigeon, I am evoking in the minds of anyone from Bremen to Berlin to Berne the image of a pigeon savagely kidnapping a disabled lady who is hanging off this pylon in sheer terror. Probably as Flapper viciously pecks at her fingertips.

The only other news is that temperatures have hit 28C and we are threatened with a weekend heatwave of 32 ~ that's 90F. The Greek lady at the druggieservice, who is from Athens. (When there is a severe heatwave in Europe it's nearly always worst in Athens. Temperatures can pass 50C/120F). She pointed out how much more oppressive is the sweltering British summer. It's nasty nasty nasty. I'm sweating like a swine.

Now here's a tune for y'all to try squawking out in the shower. I had a go and I sounded like a wicked witch having a haemorrhoidectomy without anaesthesia:

MOONFALL from The Mystery of Edwin Drood
Here's the Streisand version: