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Events Of The Past 36 Hours [Jun. 22nd, 2010|10:05 am]
Tony Grist
I had meant to go shopping yesterday afternoon, but I had the TV on for Wimbledon- and Federer's opening match against Alejando Falla- instead of being a walkover- went to five sets and was a damn near-run thing so I never did.

BBC 4 had a programme last night in which very old people remembered how lovely their fathers were. It was very moving.

It was noisy on Meldrum Street last night. I went to the bathroom shortly after midnight and someone was shouting hysterically at someone else to "get off my fucking bike". I listened a while and it just went on and on. Thankfully Meldrum Street is entirely inaudible from our bedroom.

There was a butterfly in the bathroom first thing this morning, flapping against the frosted glass. I got my hands round it and helped it through the open window.

My friendjorrocks_j sent me Warren Zevon's "Don't Let Us Get Sick", which I'd never heard before. It's beautiful. I expect to be singing it in my head all day.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2010-06-22 08:40 pm (UTC)
I remember how when I was seventeen it was just about the coolest thing imaginable to roll through the midnight streets shouting "fuck".
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[User Picture]From: endlessrarities
2010-06-22 08:46 pm (UTC)
I never quite stooped to that. I just hallucinated Bronze Age warriors and kept announcing that they were coming to get me. I'd seen Dances With Wolves in the cinema and things got a bit muddled in my subconsious, after I drank some 98% proof Icelandic Black Death Schnapps, I think...

One occasion like that was enough...
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2010-06-22 09:09 pm (UTC)
I did most of my revelling in Switzerland. They sell you beer in huge mugs that hold several pints and everyone drinks from them communally and it becomes impossible to keep track of how much you've had.
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