So I went for a pint with Rimbaud III last night. While we were in conversation he suddenly realised he'd spent half an hour or so tapping his foot on a dead, perfectly flat mouse!

Here's a pic after one of his friends decided to put it on a car roof, naturally.

Tommy Alpha wrote:So I went for a pint with Rimbaud III last night. While we were in conversation he suddenly realised he'd spent half an hour or so tapping his foot on a dead, perfectly flat mouse!

Whaddaya know? The rhythm really is going to get ya.

Let me reiterate what I said last night - that's fucking disgusting.

Little details from yesterday:

I found out that one of the guys I'm currently working with has no spleen.
Another of my colleagues drank two litres of whisky on his 18th birthday and had to have CPR to restart his heart.

Later I found a wood pigeon wandering about in my stairwell. I managed to convince it to return to the wild without shitting everywhere.

I also got an unexpected cheque in the post for £84.

Salut! Friday 13th - you were actually great this time!

Rimbaud III wrote:Let me reiterate what I said last night - that's fucking disgusting.

Mate, not as disgusting as that burger you were waiting on in Forest Hill.

Nor, in fact as disgusting as the fact that SOMEONE TOOK A SHIT DOWN A BACK ALLY!

London, you make me sick sometimes.

Went to see Vic Chesnutt play last night, with a chimerical backing band best described as the Silver Mt Picciotto Lovers. I was not a giant fan going in but consider me a convert now. Chesnutt's croaky songs over the big doomy howl of the Silver Mt Zion sound was one of the least likely and most effective combinations of sensibilities I've ever heard, and the result brought tears to my eyes more than once. Ten fucking stars.

I stepped in dog shit on the way out of my house this morning.

So nice of the yuppies to let their dog shit in my front yard and just walk away like that. I am going to stab the next yuppie I see letting their dog shit in my yard, you will read about it in the newspaper.

I scraped as much of it off as I could but it's fucking nauseating. I can still smell dog shit wafting up from my shoes. There's no hose here that I can find to spray them off.

I will have to buy new shoes, fuck these shoes.

ERawk wrote:

Marsupialized wrote:I stepped in dog shit on the way out of my house this morning.

So nice of the yuppies to let their dog shit in my front yard and just walk away like that. I am going to stab the next yuppie I see letting their dog shit in my yard, you will read about it in the newspaper.

I scraped as much of it off as I could but it's fucking nauseating. I can still smell dog shit wafting up from my shoes. There's no hose here that I can find to spray them off.

I will have to buy new shoes, fuck these shoes.

Paging Col. or PEPPER! to the thread...

I don't follow. Which do either of these men have an interest or expertise in? Dog shit or shoes?

Nina wrote:The most important person in my life has not spoken to me for a couple of days.
I feel like my heart is literally breaking.

I hope you're okay, Nina.

I spent all day recovering from a mammoth booze procedure. The kind of enjoyable hangover though, where you feel like you're head is buried in cotton wool, more tiredness than anything.

I lost a tenner and my zippo though. Fucking shallow pockets, on these trousers.

I'm listening to Skip James, and later I might watch Solaris, or possibly go drinking again.

All right.

I am sitting in my dad's living room, in Wrong Island, patting myself on the back that I set up his wireless router.

I am not all happiness, though, because I got caught "trespassing" on some corporate property earlier (dad drove the getaway car) because I was photographing this building.

I have never been caught by LI cops, and it was totally embarrassing.