my life as a artist
when the boat comes in
Friday 6th July 2007 1:11 AM
First of all, I'd like to express my appreciation to Barbara Cartland for her elegant comments, subsequent to Tuesdays blog. Thank you Ma'am! Clive James once said your eyes looked like two crows that had flown into the white cliffs of Dover.
Tuesday's blog, entitled 'Wales is a small country, roughly the size of Wales', was unusual, in that it finished on a cliff-hanger. ( the fact that 'cliff' has been mentioned twice now, unrelatedly, and in two consecutive sentences, is not meant to imply a theme or sub-text. It's sheer chance). In a postscript to this tense, thrilling and unlogoffable blog, I promised some sort of revelation, to be posted today. It was a rash and foolish thing to do, and I regret it. With all the crosswords and pottering I have to do, I've got enough pressure in my life already.
Imagine, if you will, that I'm Charles Dickens, cyber-space is the Atlantic ocean, and you're waiting at Tilbury docks, with jellied eels and rickets, for the next instalment-bearing liner. Well, my loyal yet cruelly betrayed reader, that instalment-bearing liner's not coming in tonight, because it's been boarded, mid-Azores, by a bunch of morally ambiguous pirates, led by Johnny Depp. These mysterious, marine vagabonds are in this case analogous to those life- events that hi-jack the smooth running of things.
Keira Knightly, who is my will-power, is going to try and persuade Johnny Depp to let the boat continue to Tilbury. Although initially repulsed by his personal hygiene and confused as to his moral status, she's developing a powerful erotic kinship with him, and I expect them to have sex by the weekend, in which case the instalment-ship-metaphor should be sailing in on Saturday/ Sunday. Until then, from me, standing on the poop, avast behind to you all!
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Actually I'm wrong, we watched Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas, masterfully done by Terry Gilliam, as are all his films, and I caught a faint whiff of something disgusting....but it wasn't Mr. Depp.
Posted by Les Miserable , on Friday 6th July 2007, 7:46 PM
Phew!
Don't do the cliff-hanger thing again - the suspense was agony.
It still is!
The validation words below, by the way, seem to be spelling out a secret message of great significance - incredibly slowly...
Posted by Steve , on Friday 6th July 2007, 7:38 PM
Well, you've lost me with this one, are you on drugs or something? Have you ever met Johnny Depp? Well I have, on numerous occasions on TV, and he doesn't smell.I have often put my face up to the screen and all I get is a faint crackling noise a
Posted by Les Miserable , on Friday 6th July 2007, 7:32 PM
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