The week: an emotional rollercoaster.
Joy! I've bought a car: a '92 Saab 900 Turbo. It drives like new, looks like new (if one could still buy cars patterned after the classic "mid-'80s lumpen Scandinavian hatchback" school) and yet has travelled far enough to be most of the way to the moon. Incredible.
And it shifts. Road trip 2: Nürburgring folly is go!
Bafflement! I was in the Herald the other day. My abortive attempts last year to buy a flat and subsequent decision to give up in disgust was apparently worthy of a mention in an article about how difficult it is for first-time buyers in Scotland, and specifically Edinburgh. Katie came round to the flat (my rented flat! Woe is me) and posed me like a sullen, homeless Ken doll - looking about as animated - in an attempt to capture the authentic despair felt by us hard-done-by middle class professional types.
It's a hard life. Did I mention I've just bought a car?
Predictably, despite being reminded to buy a copy of the paper multiple times, I forgot. Hopefully my parents will remember what I look like without it.
Rock! (Yes, rock is an emotion.) Finally, like the first relieved breath of a drowning man plucked from the raging sea, the Monkey has returned to form. We've recruited a fledgling backing singer (hello, Kerstin!) and created a monstrous cyborg Davis equipped with a Boss multi-effects pedal. And the gig plans for mid-March continue apace. Christmas lull be damned! We're back.
Remorse! We finally got rid of the Christmas tree. (What's that, only twenty-four days late?) Too big to throw out of our third floor window without denting the pavement or crushing the skull of an innocent bystander, Dave and I took hacksaws to it until we'd dismembered its stout form into a heap of forlorn branches.
I felt like I was sawing up a corpse. I'm sorry, tree. And next year I'll do it all again.
8 comments:
I was trying to find your Herald appearance in their archive, but it would seem you have to purchase the article - closest I found is this:
http://pqasb.pqarchiver.com/smgpubs/977769081.html?did=977769081&FMT=ABS&FMTS=FT&date=Jan+28%2C+2006&author=&pub=The+Herald&desc=Flat+rate+shocks+potential+buyer
Or just try this. Doh!
You mean everyone doesn't normally?
It is ludicrous, isn't it? Admittedly most of the quotes are paraphrased, but the "certain level of disposable income" one is truly eye-rolling :)
My original intention was to convey the sentiments: "Look, I go boozing practically every night and when I'm not down the pub drinking mind-buggering Czech lager, I'm playing one of a number of expensive, redundant basses or searching for a retro-cool '80s GTI in which to careen to a fiery death. So I needs my readies, yah?" which is pretty much the same, really.
Sorry folks, I've removed a couple of comments for the sake of anonymity. It was getting uncomfortably close to the point where a Google search for my name was accurate :)
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