The Bells Have Made Me Deaf

Far be it from me to skulk at home when I have places to be and things to do. Ohhh no. I is responsible. Lashing wind and howling rain notwithstanding nor with sitting either… I loaded up the cart and went to town at high speed. Well, as high speed as a 1991 diesel allows which isn’t really that fast but just within the speed limit. Lights on, grey day loaded the dog in the passenger seat and with one almighty vroom I left the yard for Bangor. Dropped the load, had a chat bout this and that. Nothing for me to collect and so I came home via that expensive supermarket again. They had thankfully moved the Haagan Dazs fridge to somewhere other than it was before and out of the way of earshot. No little voices crying “buy me, eat me” from the fridge today. They were muffled into a distant drone of ventillation or heating fans beyond recognition to the human ear. The whole back end of the shop had apparently been removed. Some kind of renovations going on and likely already paid for in cash if the price of their ice cream is anything to go by. A large pseudo wall of looming black plastic curtain was bellowing in the breeze. I bought the dogs dinner and a tenners worth of diesel.

Why I didn’t buy a bag of coal is beyond me. This place (home sweet home) would founder anybody brave enough to take their coat off. Not quite brass monkey weather but feeling much the same. Mildew in the bones. I’m going to dose myself with Irish Coffee. ha haaarrrrrr

You’re nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You’re hot stuff with a hat pin
and good fun with a hand gun
You’re nearly a laugh
You’re nearly a laugh
But you’re really a cry

Joe: I think she has the oder of ignorance- a pungent sting in the sinuses of retardation
banana: that’s so poetic
Joe: I was trying… REALLY hard
banana: lol
Joe: my brain hurts like the love of dophins eating the trash dumped of an oil tanker
banana: do go on
Joe: I am getting deeper .. can you tell
banana: yeah I can feel it
Joe: lol
I can feel it too… it’s like love’s longing for itself
in abyss of climactic wet dreams of your soul
banana: lol
shut up…. I’m sore
Sent at 23:23 on Thursday
Joe: a malnurished love staff careened on a damned planet of a monkey’s soul devouring precious gamates and slithing into the zygote of existance once and for all
banana: you’re wasted
Joe: you can publish that… that one is yours lol
take all the money you make and do something grand with it

Spencer Tunick hits the news again with another “installation” in Venezuela. The headline reads, Venezuelans pose nude before hero but the hero is not Spencer Tunick, it’s Simon Bolivar in the form of a statue, a national symbol of Venezuelan independance.

While the addition of naked people may make an otherwise ordinary photograph more interesting, I find the sight of naked bodies lying in the aisles of shops and streets of cities, inspires thoughts of hollocaust, mass genocide, or just sausages in a butchers window. They don’t do much for me. The more rural scenes in Nevada and New Mexico I find marginally more acceptable…

Art or what?

This is disturbing.

Herman sent me this message. His e-mails are always a little ummm…. creative.

We’ve had no snow at all here. This part of the world rarely gets any and the Ards Peninsula even less but mind you it has been cold enough lately with that bitter east wind. Salty air but no snowmen, no snowballs, no snow, not even any frost worth shaking a can of de-icer at.

Whada ya mean I need to get up earlier to see it…. tsk!

I was told that the simple blackness of the theme I was using made this look like a headstone. It was “all too black” and so I have changed it into what I can only describe as a 70’s formica pattern type of thing that you’d see in any old cafe that still has chips made from real spuds and Italian ice cream made by real Italians. Whatever happened to Borza’s in Millisle. It used to be a treat to call in there on a Sunday run and queue for half an hour for their home made ice cream with their home made raspberry sauce.

Yeah so it’s a little busy, which is a step up from the graveyard at least. No doubt this wont do either… but you cant please all the people all of the time!