Topping Up - 28 November/13 December 2003 / part 2
Musicport was amazing, I got totally involved and got paid. The atmosphere as ever, was great, really friendly and I met Lucy a really nice woman from Nottingham but didn't manage to swap contact no's. We had Transglobal Underground as headline act on the Sat. night and they were really fucking good. I didn't know much about 'em but I really enjoyed it. Dance-based but with singers, sitar and dhol (drum) over the top. The sitar player was fucking gorgeous and the visuals were great. It was a local group af artists called Cloudbase who came in and transformed the venue with hangings, projections and art. They were filming it and projecting the images onto a big screen on the left-hand side of the stage and mixing in effects etc. There was a 4ft white balloon hung from the ceiling on the right-hand side and all the way thru Transglobal they had a loop of an eye projected on it, I didn't know where to look, a total assault of sound, light and colour.
Got hurry-up sorted and going halves on 1/4 oz of charlie so will be cheaper and more, 3 1/2 grams. Whoo-hoo-eee! When I got home tonight there was a bag with a load of sprouts - on - the - stalk in it, I guess it's from Keith, don't really know but can't think of anyone else. My they're handsome sprouts, Mrs Nice! Just plucked all the sprouts off the stalk and left it leaning against Keith's door so that when he opens the door the stalk will fall in... We'll see. See me. My sleep pattern is fucked, I haven't got one, it's the medication, sleeplessness and sleepyness at the same time, strange. Should be in Holland this time of year like last 4 or 5 but not, for lots of reasons; money, Ruth (of course), and Reuben who came with us every year and who died this year and I can't face going without him and other reasons. Laa laa laa. Tra la la. Oink. Moo. Blah. Microcosm/Macrocosm. Fillet 'o' Fish. Or another bucket full of tripe. Odd.
I tried to make a woman out of Ruth, she'll never be anything but a whore, she can't help herself. The best liar I've ever met and I should know.
Got funky skunk and billy whizz (paste), charlie won't be here till Xmyarse. Might get nore billy 'cos I reckon I might cane this lot, got to save the funk 'cos there won't be no more unless anyone else comes up with any.
I know I have to call a lot of people 'my mate' but it's 'cos I can't name names y'know. Anyway, my mate has a mate staying and the last guy that came up got totally arseholed, had to be taken away and was ill for 3 days. He told the guy who's just come up "It's fuckin crazy up there, heavy, they're all fackin big lads." So he was gonna bring a gun with him but we talked him out of it. These guys are all street-wise Londoners n'all! It's so quiet and laid back here, isn't it? Ha. We know how to fucking party. There's trouble like there is in Hull but you just stay out of those places if you don't want it, but I'm protected here anyway. One of the main men of the firm has had to go on the run and we haven't got used to it yet. Wish I could say more but I can't. Keith was the sprout man, he put his hand to his crotch, cupped it and shouted "Yo Ho" at me from across the street, that meant he'd got the stalk. In a big, plastic, yellow, glass balloon, sky vault. Big pudding? Eh? You what? Led Zeppelin.
Oh, one thing and another, got a spliff on the go, it's about 5am Saturday 6th, it's stinking the fucking place out, need some more Nag Champa. I had a single skinner about 7:15pm last night and I got in about 4:30 am this morning and the fucking hallway fucking stunk of it. The Caretaker (Useless Eddie) lives next door and we are strictly not allowed (or allow our friends to) smoke drugs on the premises, there's a notice in the hall saying so, the hall stunk of my ganja. Need to take some more billy to suss it but I had loads tonight and no real rushes or typical hurry-up tingling or effects and stuff, but it's kept my eye on the ball all the time I was out and it's still keeping me alert and awake. Oh I say. Bitter batter, drum solo by John 'Bonzo' Bonham, Moby Dick, off the 3CD Live Led Zep set I've just borrowed from my friend whom I cannot name. Frank. Lets be an. Aunt, auntie. Naughty nightie, negligible quantity. I think it's almost banjo time, Peek-A-Boo-Man will love that. chuff chitty. Collapse. The Collapse. The Victory. The trials and tribulations of a chimp. The Ganesh madness. Monkey-boy. What on earth are you on about with your drum solos and then the guitar and bass coming back in and your chicken? I answered my own question backwards before I asked it. Oops. Ask Aspel, jim'll fix it for you and you and you and yoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Congo. Where's wicked willy? There he is on the mantlepiece (I haven't got a mantlepiece). Oh. Cor blimey. Banjo time... incredulous sphincters open about now. Don't you know that? Lard'll do. Someone was on about the size of their dick in the pub and Chalky just turned round and goes "If it's 'alf as big as yer gob it must be fucking massive!" Ha ha ha. Much mirth and merryment followed that comment. Caning this billie, it's weird, no rushes, no tingling, it just puts you on that super silver, crystal highway until it wears off, eventually. Went back after the pub last night to a friends to smoke some skunk and walking back after with my mate to his, we were like a pinball machine, we bumped into each other and walls all the way back to his dwelling. Still thinking about that evil, stupid, bitch, Ruth, but it hurts less and less as time goes by, subtly, but there's still quite a stretch of my sentence to serve out. Squiffy in a jiffy. Blip bloop. Chicken soup with a bit of fish thrown in just for good measure. Klup-a-sloop, asleep. Can't Can. Born to shit myself (scared), scarred, born to loop, I was born to synthesize. I was born to get off my face and fuck loads of gorgeous women, what's gone wrong? Two out of three aint bad, apparently. Fuck it. Fuck that for a game of soldiers, that's just put the fucking cherry on the fucking Xmyarse cake. Kak. Wombat chutney on toasted twatological telescopic idea-o-phones, what. That billie is very subtle, it doesn't grab you by the collar and go "OY, you cunt, I'm fucking here", but it's right there until it's smoothly gone. ooh err.
