Sunday, May 16, 2004
I could talk about how great my weekend was, but I think the personal detail would burst the magical bubble. I'll provide the warp and you can bring the weft.
Guide to a perfect weekend:
- Friday night, go to a late opening of the Roy Lichenstein exhibition at the Haywood. Temporarily refuse to give an opinion on the show for fear of being one of those pompous dullards who'll spout forth about something they know little about.
- Saturday morning - have breakfast in bed while watching Bowie videos.
- Saturday afternoon - go to Tooting Common and moon around. Lose phone. Don't care about the loss. Return from an afternoon in the sun and watch the Eurovision song contest. Drink Vino Verde and make a foolhardy prediction that the Bosnia Herzogovina entry, "In the Disco", will romp home in first place. Laugh as your housemate becomes slightly, and delightfully, bawdy as he drinks cans of Kronenburg.
- Sunday morning - rise early as the person sharing your bed has to go to work. Find an unexpected night guest sleeping on the sofa. Drink cups of tea, kick a football and listen to the Ash singles which soundtracked your sixth form years.
- Sunday afternoon - eat Sushi for the second time. Go to Lillywhites, note gloves and wonder once more about taking up boxing. Buy a picture frame. Go home and mow your overgrown lawn. Clean kitchen and hoover house. Receive call that informs you that your phone has been found. Go to the kindly person's house which is conveniently just around the corner. Walk into a scene from Coupling, full of friendly men and women a few years older than yourself. Feel your sense of the decency of people swell, even in this large city of yours. Go for a run even though you don't need to train for anything. Recognise with surprise that it's much easier than it used to be and you will probably have to increase your route. Vaguely think about capitalising on this new found athleticism by joining a gym. Finish reading the Birthday Letters. Feel emotionally drained but grateful that you are not involved in such a barbed-wire entaglement.
- Remember that you have work tomorrow and that you left some problems you should have sorted out on Friday afternoon. Look out the window and notice the sun. Realise that no matter what work can do, it cannot change the weather and it cannot take away the last forty eight hours. Have the revelation that present elation need not require a future balancing payment in sorrow or mediocrity. Think that this post could be a good and positive way of turning the lights off on Jah Jah Dub, but suspect that there will be more trivialities to share tomorrow. Know that this post does not sound as good as it does in your head and that you will be re-editing it again and again.
For this weekend you should cast as co-characters an extraordinary and excellent Physics teacher, a hungover, stop-out sibling and a cricket white buying Civil Servant. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
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Guide to a perfect weekend:
- Friday night, go to a late opening of the Roy Lichenstein exhibition at the Haywood. Temporarily refuse to give an opinion on the show for fear of being one of those pompous dullards who'll spout forth about something they know little about.
- Saturday morning - have breakfast in bed while watching Bowie videos.
- Saturday afternoon - go to Tooting Common and moon around. Lose phone. Don't care about the loss. Return from an afternoon in the sun and watch the Eurovision song contest. Drink Vino Verde and make a foolhardy prediction that the Bosnia Herzogovina entry, "In the Disco", will romp home in first place. Laugh as your housemate becomes slightly, and delightfully, bawdy as he drinks cans of Kronenburg.
- Sunday morning - rise early as the person sharing your bed has to go to work. Find an unexpected night guest sleeping on the sofa. Drink cups of tea, kick a football and listen to the Ash singles which soundtracked your sixth form years.
- Sunday afternoon - eat Sushi for the second time. Go to Lillywhites, note gloves and wonder once more about taking up boxing. Buy a picture frame. Go home and mow your overgrown lawn. Clean kitchen and hoover house. Receive call that informs you that your phone has been found. Go to the kindly person's house which is conveniently just around the corner. Walk into a scene from Coupling, full of friendly men and women a few years older than yourself. Feel your sense of the decency of people swell, even in this large city of yours. Go for a run even though you don't need to train for anything. Recognise with surprise that it's much easier than it used to be and you will probably have to increase your route. Vaguely think about capitalising on this new found athleticism by joining a gym. Finish reading the Birthday Letters. Feel emotionally drained but grateful that you are not involved in such a barbed-wire entaglement.
- Remember that you have work tomorrow and that you left some problems you should have sorted out on Friday afternoon. Look out the window and notice the sun. Realise that no matter what work can do, it cannot change the weather and it cannot take away the last forty eight hours. Have the revelation that present elation need not require a future balancing payment in sorrow or mediocrity. Think that this post could be a good and positive way of turning the lights off on Jah Jah Dub, but suspect that there will be more trivialities to share tomorrow. Know that this post does not sound as good as it does in your head and that you will be re-editing it again and again.
For this weekend you should cast as co-characters an extraordinary and excellent Physics teacher, a hungover, stop-out sibling and a cricket white buying Civil Servant. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
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