Down The Lane - 11/19 September 2003 / part 3
I forgot to mention my best Peek-A-Boo Man experience. I was sat writing about 1:30 a.m. one morning and I heard him come downstairs, (presumably) to take some rubbish out to the bin in the back yard. My room is on that level, as you know, and I always have my window open. I looked up to see him jump sideways, right in front of my window, and then jump back when he saw me looking at him, I often pass out with the curtains / window open and the light on in the early hours, and I guess he has stood there a few times and watched me unconscious. He waited for about 30 seconds and then went to put his rubbish in the bin like everything was normal. Scary, huh?
Have got art by Keith and the Rev. Dr. and nice photies I could send if yer expanding yer ballistical bollock set, but thought yer scanner was fucked. Could always use yer antennae though, could you knot? I found myself and lost it again in the wink of an eye. Got a Soul comp. tape on. Found this from a review of What Katy Did Next by N.Hogg Esq. and thought it was worth remembering.
'And the films: This is WKDN. I was walking down the street the other day, along with my kids and a companion (She was a fucking foxy bitch - W.W.) and her kids. And someone else's kid, as it goes. Paul Moller, who sings with WKDN, lives near me, and he was on the same street, but walking the other way. I had just been to the bakers to buy sweet cakes for everyone in the party, and we were about halfway through our dry decoctions of sugar, fat and flour, when up comes Moller and says "Look at you all, filling your faces." He frightenend me to my spirit, which recoiled, laughing toothily and baring it's belly. He's mad, thought I, looking round for the children. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my companion raise a cake to her lips and take a moist bite. She hadn't heard what Moller said. Good.'
I do remember the occasion but don't remember it being menacing like that, I was just trying to be friendly and humerous. And the woman he was with was a fucking foxy bitch, but she never ever looked at me twice, obviously had her cake and was moistly biting into it. We did used to scare fuck out of people sometimes, or baffle or confuse 'em, didn't we, I can still do it but don't at the moment unless some arsehole starts carrying-on and needs telling, or if something needs sorting. Lot's of things I'm not saying, but only because I can't fucking remember 'em. Will do though. God bless the Queen's mum's piss flaps! Keith said "Hello, Fuck Off." He woke me up at 7:30 a.m. with a bottle of wine and I've drunk and smoked him under the table, he's gone to bed and it's only 12 noon, I'm off out on the rampage.
Winds light to variable and some snow on the hills. Had a strange day (aren't they all), went to the pub at dinner time and the door was locked, got a plate of chips(!) but they had no fucking beer to sell me, fucking hell, all change. Might have to move the office again but I fucking hope not. Keith knocked on my door at 7:30a.m. this morning, I was fast asleep, he had a bottle of wine and told me that he hadn't been to sleep so I wasn't getting any more, and we were going to get pissed, which we did. We finished the wine and had a few spliffs and I poured us some vodkas, he moved the table in the yard into the middle, and I put my cactus on it and we took chairs and sat round it to worship the cactus. The lad upstairs heard the bagpipe music blaring out of my window, woke up, poked his head out of his window, couldn't believe what we were doing and came to join us. I was as high as a fucking kite and Keith was dancing around, when I got up and laid on the floor it got too much for the lad and he disappeared, we had scared him off, we came back in and Keith disappeared, I took his stuff upstairs and he was laid in bed.
Things have happened that I can't talk about at the moment, maybe never, would love to tell lots of things but have to keep my gob (pen) shut, not even hints, sort of, but I hope I can say some nice things though there's lots of disintegration going on. I thought I was falling apart but when it all starts going off/on around you, can you lose your head when all around you are keeping theirs? Dribbling. Dribbling milk down her chins. Wot? Blah. Blat. Will she? I Hope So...
- Whit Wank X
Peely just played The Fall live from '91 - fucking hell, good stuff, gave me a little tickle.
