29.06.06. - morning.
Well, I survived the night. I slept.
Goldieknobs didn't swallow me up and I can still think relatively straight. I
have decided I will keep looking but bear the Signature in mind. I know there
arent so many as they didn't make them for too long but I'll keep on hunting.
Anyone hear of anything great then please do let me know! I'm off to Portobello
Music on All Saints Road to check one out today.
My cupboard is bare. Need cafe. I've
been going to my cafe for four years now and they are still as rude as they were
on my very first visit. It's wrong. It's wrong but I am lazy. They do make
divine scrambled eggs. Not enough butter on the toast and they add it when it's
hot ( I sound just like the blessed Peter Glidewell here. ) but the eggs make up
for it. Free range Italian little Lovelies. I can ramble on in my song book
without any unwanted attention there but have the odd elderly lady for company
if I fancy it. The other slightly duff thing about it is that every time I go it
leaves me longing for Paris. And Peter Glidewell. The late but fabulous
old Peter Glidewell. Ah, just the sound of his name. Brings the smell of old
rubber and the sight of crumbling Brimley Mill in blasted Dorset to mind.
Blasted Dorset. Land of the vile, monstrous, sexually repressed folk obsessed
with square hedges and four by fours.
Reminds me to finish a song I wrote
for Peter when he kicked the bucket last year. Just William to you was
everything to me. I used to stay down there to hide away. Although in his 70's,
Peter was like a brother. We had such a sweet time. Peter used to read me "Just
William" stories. He was, and always will remain one of my closest friends. An
extremely charismatic old soul. One of the most amazing writers I have ever had
the pleasure of listening to.
Ah, off I go. Reminiscing. I best get
on. Need to kick some waiters into touch about their butter tactics.
x
29.06.06. - early morning.
Ever fallen in Love with someone you
shouldn't have fallen in Love with?
~Yes, I am sure lots of you have at some
point or other. Here is some hopefully helpful advice from the agony aunt.
1. Play that Buzzcocks song at least once a
day.
2. Get severely plastered at least once and
put the mighty hangover on "the list".
3. Secure at least one Smiths album a place
by stereo and remember to play when sympathising with ones self.
4. stay as busy as possible. Preferably not
in the pub.
5. avoid said person's neck of the woods,
it'll only remind you.
3. become adept in the art of d.i.y.
4. buy new sleeping partner. Preferably in
form of fluffy or plastic toy.
6. Eat.
7. don't cry, it spoils your face.
