Area 136

Ah, candlelight makes me think I look younger.

looking at that photo, I'm so young I have vanished!

Maybe I will go sick tomorrow with a dose of the invisibilities.

or something.

I feel that horrible drunken sensation, where I end up typing one of those stories that starts: "back when I was in my twenties I..."

and ends up being an example to you young uns of how exactermerly not to conduct yourselves.

For example, see my post "The matchbox trick" or the one about hitting the fake blond body in my bed with an acoustic guitar (what do you mean you never read that one! it was a classic)

Anyway.

Maybe not.

"I notice you didn't spatch your cock"

"Nah, I didn't feel like it. Dinner is in about seven minutes"

"Oh good"

And now my sweet and fragrant 0.5 of a reader, you find me in the garden - packing almost done and dressed in my bathrobe - don't ask - drinking coffee and Vino Sante with Cantuccini bikkits which (for those of you that don't know) are hard rusk like things with almonds in them that you dip in the sweet wine.

Yummers.

Someone sitting near to me is squeezing at a trapped hair on her bikini line and has just objected to me using this sentence, protested at my choice of words and forbade me to blog it. So I said I would say "someone near me is doing something I have been told I can't blog" - which would be worse, so I have been allowed to use the lesser of two evils.

Also she has just said the classic - "Oh this ones really long! I love it when they shoot out like that."

wireless internet.

It am fun.

Time for more booze.

Blogging from bed I mean, it's cosy and warm and nice.

They say that you can only really enjoy doing nothing if there is something you should actually be doing. In my case today there is quite a lot I should do or be doing right now but.........not just yet.

I should be sorting out some of my packing for the holiday. I can hear Mrs F busily buzzing about outside making packing noises. Which makes laying here very satisfactory.

I could go back to sleep for a bit, I could read some more of my book, I could......well maybe.

I will do the packing and the sorting out the toiletries and the finding the speakers for the mp3 and the washing the crud off my Marshall Baseball cap and the finding my beach towel and such, but later.

It seems like it is going to be a nice day out there.

Hmmmmm, maybe I will be able to blog from the garden later. That'll be another excuse for not doing anything constructive....

Over the top of the lap top screen I am "watching" a programme that appears to be about people who believe they are addicted to blood drinking.

They apparently claim the get withdrawal symptoms if they don't drink blood for three or four days. And it has to be human blood. I just heard one person say "Vegetarian blood taste better, it's thinner and tastes sweet and it flows more"

Yes, they are young.

Yes, they dress goth.

And yes - and you don't need me to tell you this. They are American.

Now I know some people get an erotic thrill from actually drinking someones blood. Never actually thought of biting someone and drawing blood myself you understand ever. Ahem.

But reeeely. For fucks sake, these people are saying they are addicted to doing it.

Nope, I think they are addicted to an image and an attitude.

Of course, being a guitar player I would know nothing about that.......