IT WAS SUCH A GORGEOUS SUMMER DAY today :: I walked everywhere wishing I had a camera to capture its ever-gleaming sparkliness for my blog. A Royal blue sky, a transcendently gleaming sun. Everywhere they touched was pristine and resplendent. But underneath it all, London lurked, dirty, coiled, a tired old man of a city who's finally had his twice-yearly bath. The gold never quite met the muck. But how the rooftops gleamed!
Finally having got fed up of washing myself with a section of soap the size of a 50p (remember those pick-outable fruits of the forest blobs I mentioned) I got proactive and purchased an immaculate bar that was so noncoloured, nonperfumed, not even namestamped, that it seemed to glow surreally from within like a mogul's jewel. So on washing my "pits" I placed hand to face expecting at least some manner of soapy smell to come back: instead, tendrils of vulgarity assailed my nose - a kind of rancid onions compost heap mingling with untreated sewerage. O! That was just the whiff of my own body! No worries there...
Seriously though, all these opiates bung up your olfactory pathways. On detoxing to various degrees various times I was horrified how much I thought I'd been clean but in fact wasn't. And to think, in years gone by I was so obsessively clean I used guiltily to ask whether I could borrow people's shower just because it had been a sweaty day. I wish I had a shower now. The negative ions on a heavy day can actually get you a high from the spray. But don't even think of experiencing this if you're on hard drugs. These dull the mind to all but the most primarycoloured of experiences - hence two diametrical character traits of addicts: a seeking after hyperstimulation at the one extreme and a perceived need to be coccooned from all life's sensations, good and bad, at the other ...
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STOP PRESS: I'LL BE GABBLING on the Gabbly at midnight tonight, London time, to anyone who wants to "meet" me ...
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STOP PRESS AGAIN: I've just had Gabblly disaster! Paterfamilias I was there albeit a couple minutes late (but no more than that) due to eejut other people's wallclock grrr. (I got superstitious about logging on too early which with hindsight was a waste of superstition as some broadband gremlin's really been earning his keep tonight. I'm sorry i WAS here but it kept saying you had just "left" in grey (even though you weren't listed to the right ..(?)) then, when you did talk you didn't seem to get my reply ... this has never happened b4: did you have a bad connexion? We must try another time. Cannot let gremlins get the better of us. Don't give up ::we shall overcome!
You really are one hell of a writer Gleds! Absolute poetry.
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Okay, that was weird. First, I was typing stuff, and it was showing up, but I don't think you were there. Then I saw your note on TINA saying you were on. I went back and saw you there, just in time for my internet to go down. Like you said, we'll try again another time.
ReplyDeleteYep definitley. I knew your connexion was going down bc it kept saying "Paterfamilias has left" in grey, when your name had never appeared in the righthand list of names ... o well. We shall overcome ...
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