Monday, August 31, 2009

Number 500

I get up, I feel like shit, I decide not to visit the folks until later in the week, I make a Lemsip, I switch on the computer, I wait for a blog that won't come, I read other blogs, I wonder if I'll ever be topical and write something about NAMA...

...I google NAMA for the eighth time and, still, it doesn't stick...

...I eat some pineapple for breakfast because, apparently, it's the best food for my blood-type and I wait for a promised phonecall that never arrives...

...I take a scatological study borne of yesterday's beans and I don't light a match and...

...I send a mail seeking work and get no response but it's too soon and I really don't mind.

I undress and I shower and I re-dress and I slap my face with something that smells much better than me...

...before I sit back down and wait for a transfer that's never going to happen before it hits me that this, of all days, is one where things just are not going to happen...

...so I switch off my phone and lock up the flat and I go to the cinema and eat a club sandwich (expensive and rank) and drink a coffee and lament the fact that cinema advertisments are now interspersed with the trailers and...

...it wasn't like that in my day but...

...enough of that because the film is 'Funny People' and it proves more a hit than a miss and...

...I pick up my bag and head straight for the jacks where the beans are still fucking with my innards like little orange balls of Satan and...

...eventually I leave and I go shopping for food in the pissings of rain and get annoyed at the umbrellas blocking my view of the number 10 bus that takes ages to come and I switch on the iPod and the shuffle brings me to Bonnie Prince Billy...

...and he's too earthy for now so I go to Fourtet and that will do fine and...

...I alight the bus, still the pissings of rain, and I enter the flat and I empty the bin and I take clothes from the wash and I ramble in my mind around Howth for no reason...

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...and I wake up by the sound of my very own farts and I ablute and I switch on the telly, no transfers, and I review the film for Culch and shamelessly plug myself and my brethren and that leads me to this...

11 comments:

hope said...

Okay, you win. Your Monday was worse than mine.

Here's to Tuesday. :)

mapstew said...

A day in the life.....

laughykate said...

Did the rain make it worse?

Andrew said...

Your 500th and one of your best, I reckon.

Conan Drumm said...

Keeping the faith, it's not as easy as it sounds.

Radge said...

Hope - It wasn't that bad, just the headcold and the rain pissed me off.

Mapstew - Yep, that was the thinking.

Laughykate - The shakes made it yucky.

Andrew - Many thanks.

Conan - At least the film was good.

Red Leeroy said...

You need to experiment with a soft drug and playstation 3 combo.

Radge said...

Red - I wouldn't know where to begin with either.

Holemaster said...

Haven't been to the cinema in a while due to my mates engaging in piracy and not willing to spend a few quid on the flicks.

Susan at Stony River said...

For the rest of my life, beans will be 'little orange balls of Satan'.

Thanks a lot there Radge.

ieatmypigeon said...

... better than waking up to the smell of someone else's farts, I reckon. Happy 500th!