busy busy splat
often i ramble around shouting about life not being fast paced enough, rather dull, a lil on the slow side... wishing as i might that things would spin along at a lil more of an exponential pace and then they do. now i find myself slamming my fingers against the dash asking why me what did i do to deserve this... oh the pain, the pain - honestly get a grip!
it is now sunday, the blur that has been the weekend has come back to a lil meander and things are plodding along more swimmingly than the last two days.
friday was the last of my days in court (more on this later) and it was also the opening of SP's new and improved look at the other species that is Woman..... man. he has sold out and gone totally commercial but, i fear as most do when a friend sells out that, this is truly what people will want to see. the fear comes not from the fact that everyone will want to see it, but that people are really that simple... oh well a fact we must accept. he is on to a really good thing and if his cast manage without him and take his notes to hart they should be playing to packed houses for the next three weeks down at the obs cafe. personally i would make this into a movie, go for a world wide release and fuck touring the country in little theaters but thats the capitalist throwing the thespian against the wall and stealing his beer...
there were celebrations after and almost a tear as the cast thanked SP for his time before he exits the town in which we live with a bottle of veuve.... many spent the night huddled discussing the brilliance and admiring themselves more as the bar was more flooded. SP spent most of the night invincibly drowning one substance after another whilst crooning young blonde's until we hit the last spot on our port of call.... it seems that kissing has an adverse effect on our hero and that was the last he was seen with much dignity. a certain someone and co spent the rest of the night capturing on film the dramatic exploits of the toilet bowl and then it was all over. we stumbled in around the time that sparrows were merrily farting and proceeded to hear SP's operatic displays of bog hugging. this has left him with a much longer than usual uvula which is touching his tongue - eeew, to the doc me thinks!
4 hours later i restrained the need to bucket my eyes with water as we said our goodbyes to eeyore and hope that his travels bring exciting stories that will develop into more beautiful plays and perhaps a wonderful nouveau film that wins an accalaide or four... simply like that the little mess is gone for hmmmm 2 years....
the market followed to meet others, with camps bay after that, consumptions of rubbish with dvd's and then i crashed, the freight train hit the wall without notice at 8pm, what the fuck am i a granny or what? 8pm, asleep is not acceptable...
it is now sunday, the blur that has been the weekend has come back to a lil meander and things are plodding along more swimmingly than the last two days.
friday was the last of my days in court (more on this later) and it was also the opening of SP's new and improved look at the other species that is Woman..... man. he has sold out and gone totally commercial but, i fear as most do when a friend sells out that, this is truly what people will want to see. the fear comes not from the fact that everyone will want to see it, but that people are really that simple... oh well a fact we must accept. he is on to a really good thing and if his cast manage without him and take his notes to hart they should be playing to packed houses for the next three weeks down at the obs cafe. personally i would make this into a movie, go for a world wide release and fuck touring the country in little theaters but thats the capitalist throwing the thespian against the wall and stealing his beer...
there were celebrations after and almost a tear as the cast thanked SP for his time before he exits the town in which we live with a bottle of veuve.... many spent the night huddled discussing the brilliance and admiring themselves more as the bar was more flooded. SP spent most of the night invincibly drowning one substance after another whilst crooning young blonde's until we hit the last spot on our port of call.... it seems that kissing has an adverse effect on our hero and that was the last he was seen with much dignity. a certain someone and co spent the rest of the night capturing on film the dramatic exploits of the toilet bowl and then it was all over. we stumbled in around the time that sparrows were merrily farting and proceeded to hear SP's operatic displays of bog hugging. this has left him with a much longer than usual uvula which is touching his tongue - eeew, to the doc me thinks!
4 hours later i restrained the need to bucket my eyes with water as we said our goodbyes to eeyore and hope that his travels bring exciting stories that will develop into more beautiful plays and perhaps a wonderful nouveau film that wins an accalaide or four... simply like that the little mess is gone for hmmmm 2 years....
the market followed to meet others, with camps bay after that, consumptions of rubbish with dvd's and then i crashed, the freight train hit the wall without notice at 8pm, what the fuck am i a granny or what? 8pm, asleep is not acceptable...
Labels: capatilism, drunken escapades, fire spinning, plays, thespains, weekends
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