my life as a artist
time and stars
Monday 19th November 2007 11:31 PM
Saturday was my birthday. I've had a good innings so far, and after a slow start, and despite a few reckless swipes before lunch, (and a dropped catch on 42), I've managed to get to 51 not out. In the fading light I can see the inexorable black and white scoreboard of eternity, and though the idiot click of digits disturbs my mind, my heart is a pavilion of peace.
I share my birthday with Rock Hudson, Martin Scorsese, Gene Clark, Peter Cook and Jonathon Ross. It's a testament to the veracity of astrology that I'm identical to all of them, except Jonathon Ross. 'The stars impel, they do not compel' and the fact that I'm not like Jonathon Ross is down to my own personal efforts towards spiritual salvation.
Yesterday, I had a birthday party at mine. As I've only got a porta-potti, on the invitations, I respectfully advised people to have a dump before they came, which my mum thought was really classy. The idea was to have a tarpaulin stretched between two caravans, and have huddled, oppressed people drinking soup round a brazier, which I thought might give proceedings a picket line/soup kitchen/apocalypse survivors sort of feel. However, intense swirling rain forced us into the great, but really small, indoors.
Despite, or maybe even because of, the enforced intimacy, the party went quite well. Due to the changed circumstances, I had the onerous task of uninviting Jimmy the donkey and Molly the pony. It wasn't just the matter of space, I explained to them, but the fact that recently, Jimmy has really let his personal hygiene slide, and I felt that in that crush, Molly might feel socially awkward.
I drank much pink, fizzy stuff, which turned my brain into pink, fizzy stuff, and this morning, into pink, fuzzy stuff. By way of consolation my mother said, ' Fuzzy-wuzzy was a bear, fuzzy-wuzzy had no hair, so fuzzy-wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, wuzzy?', which was sweet balm indeed.
This afternoon I got a phone call from an advertising agency, asking me if I wanted to become the face of Marks and Spencers for 2009. I told them I'd have to have time to think about it. On the one hand, I'm worried that doing adverts might seriously compromise my artistic integrity, and go against everything I sit down for, but on the other hand, when I see how nice Brian Ferry can look in a pair of Saint Michaels, easi-stretch sensible-trousers, available in beige, burgundy and quiche, it really makes me think. Should I sacrifice my Blakean quest, to realise that true art is true religion is true science, in exchange for a potential lifetime's supply of underpants?
Last night, before I went to sleep, I had the realisation that Russell Brand and Nigella Lawson are the same person.
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Posted by wow gold , on Saturday 8th December 2007, 7:12 PM
Well I'm sorry I wasn't able to attend. Furthermore I very nearly went shopping on tuesday to buy myself a bass guitar and an amplifier so as to enhance the experience of enhancing the expierience of your punters this coming week or two. I had a
Posted by Bryn davies , on Wednesday 28th November 2007, 6:34 PM
Happy Birthday to you,
I went to the zoo,
I saw a game of football,
Then I realised I had gone to completely the wrong place and had ended up at a football match.
You couldn't make this up.
Posted by Jim Davidson , on Wednesday 21st November 2007, 2:01 PM
My comment got lopped...
Posted by Tom , on Tuesday 20th November 2007, 6:07 PM
Number one the day you were born... 1956: Just Walkin’ In The Rain - Johnnie Ray
http://www.thisdayinmusic.com/member/birthdayno1.php
Btw, not sobered up yet eh? Russell Brand is actually Kenny Everett...
...And you're not telling me Nigella a
Posted by Tom , on Tuesday 20th November 2007, 5:54 PM
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