Tuesday, June 8, 2010
I'm back.In one piece, or several billion molecules and a beer belly.
I was away to see a sick relative and all went swimmingly. Apart from getting stocious drunk on das boat and getting, wandering, talking to myself lost, in a train station somewhere in the depths of deepest darkest Crewe or Chester or somewhere and missing /losing/ignoring/not recognising my connecting train to somewhere I should have been going, or something.
On the return trip I missed the boat entirely on Sunday and didn't find it till Monday.It was big and white and upon the sea apparently but it was extremely well hidden from the bar stool I was (almost) on.Ah, well.
Also.In one big railway station somewhere or other in Ingerland they had a lovely lady voice telling everyone to keep back from the edge as the next train approaching platform 6 was not stopping there.Then meself having stepped back, witnessed an almighty violent blur of noise and hurricane thundering through like the hounds of hell.
Great.Safety first. Very efficient, polite and daycent.
BUT then no mention at all was made of the next incoming thundering beast that nearly took the arse off me as I delved into my bag looking for some holy water! WTF? I'm sure yer wan up in the announcement box had a good laugh at the fat Irish bastard on Platform 6 as he spun like a battling top from pillar to post with his heart in his mouth and his sphincter under intolerable pressure.
Got to get crackling on the poteery Bus mag and looks also some at the poetree bus poems at Weavos and Bill.
Ps Hope you all liked yer pressies.