This, too
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Curse the memory-jogging evolution of photography!
Hi, I'm sleepy, how the hell are you?
I've just finished re-watching Withnail & I for the umpteenth time, just because it was on. It continues to improve with age. You should watch it. I don't care for films... just Withnail & I. It's the only thing I've watched on telly over the weekend, since the good doctor, and the [sniffle] last episode of Family Affairs, on Friday. Or whenever that was. Friday? Probably. They made George take off her glasses and put down her hair and wear make-up and kiss Hector in the last episode. Why do they have to upset people like that? hey? No, Geroge! He doesn't appreciate you without make-up and contacts!
Ah, sigh.
"Captain Contagion."
"Furious George!"
"Man, we have cool names."
And so started New Year's, and it was... erm... well, I have little cuts on my hands, left arm, and forehead, and last time that happened it turned out to be because of kind-of accidental breaking and entering, but this time I'm not so sure. Maybe it had to do with getting kicked out of the club [not that I didn't just escape and sneak back in, anyway], I can't quite straighten it all out in my head... which doesn't actually hurt [much]. There was slightly more walking and much more taxi-riding than I would have hoped for. Also, though nobody's ever said it to me before in my life, and it continues to puzzle me, three different people stopped me in the club to say that I was looking a bit like Pete Doherty, only one adding words to the, "...but more fucked-up" effect. Which in itself was a charming addition.
And totally untrue!
Oh, yeah, and I did get asked for ID more than once, thanks. Thing is, now, though I'm quite used to it, it now takes longer as surprised people try to work out the distance between now and '82 as if it doesn't compute in relation to my infantile visage [which I am working hard to maintain, of course].
I'm rambling because I thought there'd be more to say, and I've been hoping it'll come to me if I just keep typing.
Seems not.
I'm fiiiine... d'yer wanna drink? [Hm, no blood at that point, then?]
2:45 a.m. - 2006-01-02
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