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Tuesday 29th April 2008 11:03 PM
It's Monday evening, and I'm enjoying the trance-like after-effects that you get when you drink a particularly perky cup of orange pekoe, china rose petal tea, and listen to Money Box Live. Seeking something to write about, and aghast at the sheer multiplicity of things, I decide to consult radio 4 as a five second oracle. I briefly consider consulting radio 5 as a four second oracle, because it's a sort of joke, and then go back to the original plan. It's a woman's voice speaking calmly but firmly.
'You just have to tell them what happened. They're going to be a bit disorientated….'
So I'm telling you what happened, and if my divinatory powers of radiomancy are still functioning, then I imagine you must be feeling a bit vague and directionless. Don't worry, me too. I like to think of it as a place of all possibilities.
I decide to go to today's magic validation word for inspiration, so I click on home page, go to 'my life as a artist', scroll down, click on comments, eat six oatcakes, covered in tahini and honey, because it feels nice against my skin, scroll down, past the comments to the magic validation word… and…. the magic validation word is…. 'word'. When the world becomes tight-lipped and inscrutable like that, I often think it's best just to go to bed, so I did.
It's Tuesday evening, and I'm enjoying the after-effects of unused adrenalin, pumped and clotted during the heart-congealing hour and a half of the Man United versus Barcelona game. In the last ten minutes, I tried to medicate myself with one of the 'magi-cigs' that my mum bought me at the car-boot sale last week, and I must say, it tasted really spicy, and I could really feel it doing me good.
'The game was a living painting, and on the crowd-framed canvas of the pitch, artists of different schools splashed and crafted their myriad styles, passion and technique fused in a fabulous flurry of physical paint', Rio Ferdinand said afterwards. Ronaldo's rococo swirls, (possibly Lisbon's most popular breakfast cereal), were in impudent contrast to the elegant functionality of Art Deco. To be honest, during the last-ten-minutes, I lost my focus a bit, and it just ended up all Brown and Messi.
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If I'd have known my crap jokes were going to be re-cycled on your blog I would have told one that was a bit more difficult to spell.
The validation word is "credit where credit's due"
...or should be...
:-)
Posted by tom , on Wednesday 7th May 2008, 5:56 PM
It is really sweet of you not to mention that i phoned you ten minutes from the end - and you answered, which was a noble and selfless act. (and the validation word is "end")
Posted by hippy in the horn , on Saturday 3rd May 2008, 9:00 PM
Today's validation word is 'pipe' so put your football match in that and smoke it!
Posted by Steve , on Thursday 1st May 2008, 1:42 PM
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