Comments on: A Bit Personal

By: Matthew

Matthew — Thu, 10 Jan 2008 11:34:18 +0000

No, not really. The worst thing for me was either going out getting plastered, pulling and waking up feeling disgusted, no matter how gorgeous and lovely the lady in question; or alternatively coming home late and drunk and proceeding to get infinitely, infintely more drunk whilst punishing my speakers to the point of destruction.

By: Drunk Country

Drunk Country — Thu, 10 Jan 2008 11:24:57 +0000

I meant when you was blubbering & eating your own nose gross in between staccato breath’d sentences to your ma about how you’ll never find another one like it.

By: Matthew

Matthew — Thu, 10 Jan 2008 10:05:38 +0000

Nah mate, we were fucking serfisticated we wos. We went out to places, walked and so on. Generally there’d be a concerted effort to get out of bed at about two in the afternoon, then some pottering about, then we’d settle into a restaurant for about six hours. Same again the next day.

By: Drunk Country

Drunk Country — Wed, 09 Jan 2008 21:05:35 +0000

Not the States, no. Canada. Most Westerly of all Westerly points, too; & as if to rub it in, the best airline (i.e. cheapest, nicest treating, most comfortablist all the way there non-stop 12hr flight) is a little nugget called Canadian Affair.

Squeezes the cardiac muscles, so it does.

Tell me, how often were you weekend slouching about in your yesterday pants & grubby milk-stained t-shirt, eating cereal & buttered toast three times a day, only popping out for another bottle of Vino Collapso?

By: Matthew

Matthew — Wed, 09 Jan 2008 15:57:24 +0000

Good grief no, I used to be a right girl’s blouse. Pathetic it was. It took me until about the age of twenty to grow anything even vaguely resembling a pair of balls.

By: the vinyl villain

the vinyl villain — Wed, 09 Jan 2008 15:48:57 +0000

Tell me old boy, was it the first time you discovered that paper hankies have more than one purpose in life??

By: Matthew

Matthew — Wed, 09 Jan 2008 09:48:21 +0000

5000? The States, one assumes?

And indeed, the lyrics to the song itself are just plain bloody lovely. Heartbreaking, but lovely.

By: waitsfornoone2005

waitsfornoone2005 — Wed, 09 Jan 2008 03:02:25 +0000

Thanks for TW’s ‘Fish & Bird’. Once I read the lyrics, I realized it’s one of the saddest and most beautiful song Waits has ever done.

By: Drunk Country

Drunk Country — Tue, 08 Jan 2008 20:24:12 +0000

400 miles, huh?

For 12months+ now I have been battling nigh on 5000.

Sometimes the pesky arrow hits the bull arse smack in the centre, but the bull is a painted on the tail of a fucking great big 747 headed North & you’re stuck in the standstill the wrong side of check in.

Apologies for the Airport analogy, but needs must.