A friends recent dilemma required an urgent response. Here is mine..
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So one night recently Heid said to me, "last night when we came home you asked for a pen and a piece of paper and you did this..."
I had no recollection of this because I had been steamin. The night before, Heid had to drag me home because I had got over excited at the possibility of dance and party and had drank most things I could see. And if I'm excited half a glass of Lambrini could send me over the edge. This night I was basing my drink of choice on what colours it was. They were all potent.
So when Heid presented me with a drawing of something I had supposedly done and couldn't remember, it was sweaty palms time. It's really weird having experiences that you completely have no recollection off. Like, ANYTHING could be on there and if you're drunk you tend to be a bit more floppy and wild thinking. I thought, Jesus what if it's some weird, sexy, perverse thing that even I didn't know I had been thinking about. You just don't know.
Well, thank God, in times of my inner subconscious, it seems there's nothing much there apart from perhaps some child like thoughts that describe very few needs. In this case, "EAT TOAST" and "I NEED A JOBBIE".
Heid did get me some toast and tea that night so I must have at least verbalised it. Suppose he had the note there to keep him straight. I conked out soon after that.
The only thing worrying from the whole experience was as he said, "that you were going to shit the bed".
Been a very busy Thom recently. Just come back from whoring my wares at The Lakes International Comic Art Festival .
It twas EXCELLENT and you must check out this fabulous event for 2017
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Monday, 18 July 2016
If you are but as lucky as I to know another one that is similar to yourself in the old, “head department” then life will never be dull.
I was sent such a beautiful gift by my other, other half in the form of this…
Weirdly enough, I was feeling slightly grim about the old artistic confidence the week before and when I did eventually open this, it came with a rather appropriate message.
YOU KNOW ME SO WELL SMINSH.
I enjoyed such classics by Kyla such as, You Raise Me Up, Time to say Goodbye (which along with said friend who sent me this wonderous gift, we would repeatedly sing this classic in our own superb operatic voices-over and OVER again-while our other first year flatmates thoroughly enjoyed the repertoire) O Mio Babbino Caro and my personal favourite, Art is Calling Me.
Pity Mary couldn’t give a shit though. (CD bought from charity bin)