w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:
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"Kid my only kid
You look so small - you've gone so quiet?
I know you know what I'm about
I won't deny it
But you forgive though you don't understand
You've turned your head
You've dropped by hand."

The Pretenders: "Kid"
From the album: "The Best Of"

Many, many years ago, I remember watching a black-and-white tv drama which posed the situation (and here it was waaay ahead of its time) that in the future, procreation would be achievable by other than the usual method. (It was called "This is the Year of the Sex Olympics.")

Conventional 'pleasuring' was therefore largely redundant, so acts of copulation were performed - to an appropriate audience of 'sexless' men and women - by athletes, as a competitive sport. Not exactly combative, but 'gladiatorial' in its own way? And - because of the broadcasting guidelines of the day - all activity was of the 'noises off' type.

I was reminded of this drama by the book I've just finished (up over on the right, there) in which invited audiences pay to view the antics on a chav-ridden housing estate, removed from the action by being on the third floor of an overlooking high-rise block and peering voyeuristically down on the have-nots.

While in parts the book was funny, it was a chilling scenario and very reminiscent of the tv drama.

Anyone else remember it?

Enjoy your weekends, y'all.

Labels: Anecdotes

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"From the north to the south, Ebudae into Khartoum
From the deep sea of clouds to the island of the moon
Carry me on the waves in the lands I've never been
Carry me on the waves in the lands I've never seen."

Enya: "Orinoco flow"
From the album: "Watermark"

The good Mrs.D. helped me to precis our 34+ years together into a just-short-of-two-pages-of-A4 in order to update our return'ed friend from the past (see recent posts).

If you had to remember - above all others - the most memorable event of your life, what would it be?

Loss of virginity? (Hello, Google). You wedding? Birth of first child? 9/11? When you first drove a car alone? The day you were Best Man to a guy you barely knew, but who became your bestest mate eva?

Come on. Give it up. You know you want to?

All treated in strictest confidence, of course. What goes on in Aprosexic, stays etc.

Labels: Anecdotes

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"I bet your Mama was a tent-show queen
And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen?
I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like -
You should'a heard 'em just around midnight."

Rolling Stones: "Brown Sugar"
From the album: "Sticky Fingers"

A BT-employed friend of ours was enjoying his conjugals of a Sunday morning, when the bedside phone (one of hundreds in the house - it was like being in a clock shop at midday) rang. And rang. And rang.

Eventually, he could stand it no longer.

"Hello son, you took a long time answering?"

"I was down the garden, Dad" he panted in reply.

"You sound out of breath. Did you have to run back in?"

"Look, Dad, I'm in the middle of something* right now. Can it wait?"

"Sure. I just wanted to tell you about..."

Click.

* He's divorced now. There was reference to her being called a 'something' in the grounds...

Not that Mrs.D's into boxing, but she's off to her weekly weigh-in tonight. At the last count, she was -30lbs/60 days. Half a pound of butter every day on average for two months.

Strangely, the weight seems to be being shed from all round, not just in the tummy region. She reckons she's lost 7" in the ladybumps area? Imagine the equivalent, lads, in the trouser-snake department? Blimey, I'd be almost minusly-endowed!

As a divertissement (et je ne sais pourquoi) I've been creating some new French words.

(Note to self: Must get out more!)

So far I've come up with 'Departyr' meaning to abandon a rave, and 'Devanner' meaning to leave a convoy of mobile homes.

Aidez-moi!

Oh. And HAPPY ST GEORGE'S DAY!

Labels: Anecdotes, Diet, Verbiage

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"I've been thinking now for a long time
How to go our separate ways?
It's a shame to think about yesterday - it's a shame.
Now that we are lonely, life seems to get hard.
Alone what a word - lonely?
Alone it makes me cry.
Thought-train set in motion - wheels in and around.
Express our emotion. Tracks up, then it cracks down (dow, dow, dow, down)
We've been running round in our present state
Hoping help would come from above?
But even angels there make the same mistakes, in love."

Roxy Music: "Sea breezes"
From the album: "Roxy Music"

A colleague spent the weekend back at his University town, actually stopping in the same room he rented as a student.

"I had some good times with the ladies, there." he mused wistfully.

"Fondle memories?" I ventured.

He nearly pi55ed himself.

Labels: Anecdotes