First off, happy birthday again to our Alice. Now that you're a proper grown up you get to smoke a pipe, wear tweed and tut at young people hanging around bus stops. You've certainly blossomed into a fine young woman since that day, many, many years ago when we found you behind some bins and decided to take you in and teach you the ways of mankind.
Not much going on this week. Well, there has been stuff going on, but I've been on the periphery, mainly. Midweek was like the last days of Rome. People were playing a game called Amy Winehands, wherin you tape a couple of bottles of wine (and the wine in question was real $2 a bottle tramp juice that could, if needed, be used to sterilise wounds) to your hands and are not allowed to take them off before they're empty. A number of people downed both within half an hour. The lesson I subsequently drew from this is that just because you can drink booze, it doesn't necessarily follow that you can hold it. It got fairly messy. There may be pictures floating round. If you look hard you might be able to see me in the background, sipping from a mug and looking vaguely dissaproving. Went to bed early, but was kept up by one of my roomates pleading with the girl who had had to put him to bed to perform certain favours for him. This went on (unsuccessfully) for several hours in a variety of languages. With several days hindsight, i'm vaguely impressed by his persistence, but at the time my thoughts tended to the more *ahem* uncharitable.
There was a big Halloween do on a boat in the harbour. Unfortunately work related circumstances conspired against me, meaning I couldn't go. Bob - who could - got his Blue Peter on and constructed a quite nifty Sweeney Todd costume, using approximately fifty cardboard boxes to create two small, bouncer friendly, cut throat razors.
Due to my aversion to blindness, I had to go to the opticians at the end of the week. This was something I was hoping to avoid during my stay, but due to the hostel's rather over zealous approach to tidying, which involves throwing out a perfectly good pair of spectacles that I left in the bathroom, it's something of a necessity. Total trip ended up costing me in the region of 300 bucks. I'm hoping that I should be okay for the rest of the trip, but I'm guessing, giving my propensity towards carelessness, that I'll be back in a couple of months.
Twice last week I found myself sitting opposite the same crazy person on the train from work. He was loudly talking to himself about tying someone up and bleeding them to death. I may have spent too long in the big city, as I primarily found this annoying rather than disturbing. Currently drawing and reading a lot. Rereading Wuthering Heights or, as I like to call it, Grumpy Yorkshire Buggers, Up a Hill.
Sorry that this has mainly dealt with the going ons of other people. I've been boring. Next week I shall fight a dinosaur and - more importantly - win.
Love and fishes
Dave Denton
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