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| Diary of a Bacchanal Part 3b | |
| By Talisker | ||||||||||
| 09 November 2006 | ||||||||||
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Pass the matchsticks its 3am Well its 3 a.m. eternal, aha, aha, aha, KLF is gonna rock you! Where has my mind gone now? To acid house pioneer hell – I never liked that shit when it was out. But now the time 3 a.m. is forever branded. The reasons for my awaking were twofold – firstly, my left foot was dangling outside the duvet and had frozen solid. Its frosty outside, and my side of the bed being 12 inches from the (open) window of the marital chamber, my foot, which had surfaced for a breath of air, was dangling in a frost pocket which had snuck in. More significantly, I had reached the point in a dream, where either you wake, or something much more horrible occurs. It was a variation on a common (for me) theme. I’m trapped in some large building, lost, unable to find a way out, and critically, pursued to boot. In this version it’s a very large hotel, the pursuer is a demonic child, and the denouement came with my decision to launch myself down a laundry chute – I awoke before I hit the bottom, thank God. I lay panting for a few moments, trying to rub some life back into my glacial foot, then decided on balance to head for the shack, which was sure to be a few degrees warmer. Well folks, one way or another, I stayed alcohol free tonight. One small step for a man, yep, one small step for a man. Weasel had entered the forbidden territory of the shack at around 8.30 p.m. with that anguished, damsel in distress look. Not what I needed in the present circumstances. I climbed down from the wall to hear the cause of her anguish. She needed to print some Webb Ivory* orders and the printer was knackered. Not wishing to be bothered with domestic crises, I suggested the modern solution – i.e. go to Tesco and purchase another – “Oh, you go Oli. Please. Buy yourself what it is you want”. Bloody Hell with gherkin relish! Weasel was offering me an almost guiltless get out. I could go and commit the “selfless” act, get the printer, pick up three bottles of wine, and be comfortably numb by Midnight. For a millisecond my applesauce brain considered it. Yet I resisted! I sent the bemused Weasel to get the printer herself (then had to send her back for a non-included USB cable). A milestone or what? Ah, Beelzebub! you don’t get me that easy. I now have what Roy Castle** had in spades – dedication. And that dear readers is most assuredly what is needed. See you all at a more civilised hour. * Webb Ivory – charity Christmas goods catalogue. Weasel is a Brownie leader and does the Webb Ivory thing each year to raise funds for summer camp. ** Roy Castle – deceased host of popular UK TV show “Record-Breakers”. Famous passive smoking victim.
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