Wibbly Wobbly - 16/29 October 2003 / part 2
One of my mates had a spot of bother in the pub and he offered this guy, who was gonna get his brother and cousins down from 'Boro, "Get 'em and we'll go for a dance on the beach", the guy declined in the end 'cos my mate is one fuck of a hard cunt. The next train for Giro Beach leaves at six fifteen, be on it. Beyond bee bonnet. In or out of. Friday's fridge. "Hello, who's in Friday's fridge, lets have a look..." Corpuscles, red and white, platelets. Pieces of fish. Beyond. It. One of my friends has just had a liver transplant, he's been waiting fucking ages, he's come out of it okay, we've all got our fingers crossed for him coming out of intensive care safe and well. Frank Zappa, and the violin of a hurricane. Beaches of fists wailing into the sunset red over Sandsend. Beautiful blue fish with fists flying, knocking over October into the beautiful blue sunset of flying fish and fists wailing. Into it. Out of it. Actually it's Don 'Sugar Cane' Harris on violin on the Zappa stuff but he sounds like a fucking hurricane.
When I went mad (ha!) last year I went for a few walks along the beach and just wanted to wade in and not come back, then one day I had 'Directly From My Heart To You' from 'Weasels Ripped My Flesh' by The Mothers, on my walkman up to 10, and took my Doc Marten Sandals off, and waded in, in my jeans etc, and wanted to come back, and did. Or what? You what? Tool eater. 2 litre. Having to have a hair of the dog at 1:15 Sat. afternoon 'cos I felt so shit, looks like it's gonna be another fucking mental Whitby Saturday.
Was drinking 'Dogs Bollocks' last night and it is the dogs bollocks, 5.2%. Starting to feel better, feeling warm waves of soothing vodka wash through my system and starting to smile. The Orb. Magic, captain, sat next to Chalky today, he sang Wibbly-Wobbly World for me, and it was, and we both were, and it still is. And he was complaining 'cos a few weeks ago he had had a bit of a 'do' and had had enough, even though he was up at 3am and on the cider. Big Steve went to get something from down the yard and Chalky goes "He still thinks it's tuppence a gallon". Had to have dog hairs same time today (Sunday), feeling really down and an intense attack of loneliness. So been to pub for a while. Pouring it in and pouring it out. Mick and Angie both knew I wasn't o.k. even though I said I was, the eyes have it. They are great people and I had a great talk with Angie and got a nice cuddle as I left. The Pogues. Ladies and Gentlemen, due to circumstances beyond our control, we bring you Liberace! 60 Watt.
Irish Dave was doing the whoo-whoo train sound whilst I was singing Mystery Train and I was struggling to sing for laughing. We laughed a lot, we usually do, he has a way of putting his head back and braying forth a manic maniac laugh which is very contagious, if you happen to catch it. Me Leather Fluke. One of those people that as soon as you see, you both burst out laughing, Badger is another one. U can't bend it, or yacht varnish but be sure to rub under the flange. Dogs Wotsits going down nicely, Steve can say "Bollocks, Sir?" and I can say "Bollocks Landlord".
