I beg your pardon…? Sex, drugs and rock&roll…? I would no longer recognise sex if you showed it to me on a postcard and the closest I got to drugs was the Dr Hook gigs I used to frequent in Copenhagen - the air was like pea soup on those occasions so I must have got my share :)
I'm getting worried about my voice, I assume it's laryngitis but I've had'em before and this one is so much worse, probably from all the coughing. Also that it seems to start over and over again, just when I think it's gonna get better. Remember I said I sounded like one of Vinny's Barcelona trannies? Well since then I've explored The Exorcist, total muteness and E.T. and I'm still coughing. On the bright side, I have been able to get some sleep for the past two nights so that's a major relief. Poor jno, you must be so tired. Poor Woofy too, in fact, poor everyone-except-the-hippie I suppose :/ Lottie, do you have a voice? Your cough sounds very much like mine.
Went out yesterday to buy some groceries and by the time I got home I had also bought two pieces of art…! There's an art gallery right on the street where I live and I saw a linocut in the window… they weren't open but the gallery owner was there hanging paintings for an exhibition that opens on Saturday. As luck would have it he was expecting another visitor and he thought I was she and let me in ha ha ha! First I bought this linocut & charcoal, it's called The Cat Sitter and it reminded me so much of Jude on cat duty with Polly:
http://i37.tinypic.com/33mub03.jpg …and then I fell for another cat drawing by the same artist (Ulva Larsson), something in between Garfield and a Roman emperor. Can't find it on the internet but take my word for it, it's funny :)
Well possums, it ain't drugs and it ain't rock&roll…
16:42 Fri 16th Oct 2009