Plants and the Clinic. Amy Winehouse Basket.

AT THE DRUGS CLINIC. I went there first thing as missed my appointment the other day. She did at least say to me "I know you would have come on time if you'd remembered," which is quite something. Lots of people just can't be bothered to turn up. Also it can be quite a strain if you don't feel like talking because the appointments can go on for over half an hour.

Well my instant CD collection has finished (for now). I just innocently went into Sainsbury's for pasta when Amy Winehouse accosted me from the shelves (not the spirits aisle either!!) and jumped into my basket. Well it was "only £4.97" for "Frank" ... wow that was her first CD and she has some style! Thankfully it does not encompass that song "rehab" ... which would wind me up hearing that word ...

All that remains on my mental shopping list is:
Frank Sinatra
Bing Crosby
Ella Fitzgerald ...
... that type of thing.

I keep watching that Say Say Say video ... it tells an old-fashioned story. I like videos like that (another one would be Madonna's Papa Don't Preach). You don't get too many vids like that these days. Just the star dressed and made up in thee or four different styles in three or four locations, a nonsensically surreal "plot" if you can call it that and the three or four totally ill-matched performances spliced together as if the whole combo "means" something ...

What else? Not much.
Oh!
The drugs people have leaflets all over the place warning that there is indeed barbiturated "gear" doing the rounds. Which would certainly explain my very extreme hypersomnia those days ago ...

... also I forgot to say what I did there. We are coming up with a plan to improve my life.
It involves repotting my plants: the ivy withered thru lack of watering: whereas it's bunged in (in a glass sideways goldfish bowl type thing) with a succulent and ... sorry I can't remember the exact name of the flowers but Ruth identified them. Big dark serrated-looking leaves; tiny pinky-white budlike flowers (I mean even when they're open they're reminiscent of buds) ... the succulent will stay in with a new cactusery in there, the plants will come out ...
... it just so happened I was looking my filthiest because I was on my way to pick up clean clothes and a towel which must have looked really bad ...
... so as well as repotting plants and putting diddy things like them around and CD players and music, trying to make the hovel I lived in (admittedly it was a hovel partly of my own making I accept that) but I'm trying to turn it into a normal home now. If I can do that I can become drug free, she says. (OK not like a celestial magic wand will be waved. She means if I can do that I can start to work towards the other. And by drug-free I mean methadone free not just illicit drug free.
Which is good news!
Wahey!!

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PS: isn't Linda McCartney lovely..? Poor Paul marrying that strident cow who seemed nice at the beginning now they're barricaded behind bulwarks of newspapers flinging false legs and old copies of Pipes of Peace at one another ... nasty business