Upside Down - 13/11 October 2003 / part 2
Up early to clean the sump at the pub, shite, we're both working but it's good, it's good, ya can't beat it unless ya get a big enough stick, we're both working? Working the shite off our minds, got to be a good thing, roll on rubber leather. No more tears.
Things are building up and we're working towards the Musicport Festival 'cos its now the second biggest World Music Festival in the country and people are starting to call it the Whitby Womad, which it is, only better.
Flip me flue you and I are the knew new. And I won't let you down. Fond of lobsters both raw and boiled (thanks Nic Jones). They wouldn't call themselves Chinese would they? I'm a bit barmy and I couldn't give a damn. I'm radged. Gis a job, I can do that. I couldn't care less/more. Those durations will be extended. People are prepared to get arrested for this. Milk for cheese, so they can get more. Rubber tits. Dairy fairy. Cut my costs. Oh what a happy whistler we have in our midst, it's about fucking time, aint it. Relaxing with bloody mary, Ultramagnetic M.C's on. At the speed of thought. Norbert thoughbut, Roger Anything, martini init. One tit, Wiggly wacks.
On Thursday I had a few drinks and was gonna go out but fell asleep about 9.30p.m., awakenend 10.30 by doorbell, it was Steve and Charlotte. "We've been really worried about you, I've rang twice and was going to kick the door in if you didn't answer," says Steve. "Oh sorry, I was fast asleep," says I. Charlotte goes "Get your shoes on and a coat, we've got a taxi waiting," so they whisked me off to the pub were I got a right telling off by all and sundry who were worried 'cos they knew I was on a downer at weekend. Nice to have friends who care init. All I could say was "Sorry but I was asleep". D'ya know how to make chicken wine? Torture the cunts. And make sure the cider barrel is lined with pork fat as you levitate, blame david, ha-ha. Pigs will be turned out. Take me higher, you too.
Had a shit'n a shower. Pob-Boiler on, then Bentley's Gonna Sort Me Out then I'm off out. Ta-ta for now. It's all on the up, thank fuck, makes the downs bearable. Fuck it all in a different, better way.
My mate has got two cocks, and lots of hens. I told him no wonder his wife was always smiling. They once built a concrete boat in Preston and the fucking thing sank! If I loved her with a passion I guess I'm gonna have to hate her with a passion too, until it all goes away. Another thing about stupid Ruth is that when I was with her I never spent a period in my life before when I took or smoked so little drugs, and since it all finished with her and I came back here, my drug intake has got back up to normal. She was scared of drugs, scared even of smoking really. Ball aches. Silly moo. Got the Orb on, home to The Orb (thanx Alex) and loads to smoke and drink but back on track again, have to be on top of it, so not up too late and get on with it tomorrow. Do you remember Max Miller, music hall chap, suit and trilby. I watched a great programme on T.V. about him when I was living with the beautiful Bernie. It was the night of Simmo's leaving Do and we were all silver flowing on ONE and I pissed in/on the bosses' desk, ha. One of his was 'The sort of girl that says she doesn't but looks as though she might.' But this is the joke that ruined his career on T.V. 'cos they warned him not to tell this joke so of course he did.....
