Friday, May 20, 2005

You've Never Done What?

Pashmina's been challenging me to name Ten Things I've Never Done. Luckily I'm in a better mood now, if I'd done this earlier you'd have been treated to all kinds of self-pitying, hand-wringing nonsense. So here goes:

1. Finished reading The Alexandria Quartet
2. Seen Grease
3. Been to Finland
4. Counted the miles to the four corners of the world
5. Been dumped
6. Deciphered the Pictish Ogham inscriptions (one day, though!)
7. Lived on my own for more than a month
8. Quoted Sappho in the original Greek
9. Finished one of these lists

Ooh, and Feast of Wire by Calexico has just arrived. Let joy be unconfined!

21 comments:

Pashmina said...

Au contraire, possibly the best list yet. I await your forthcoming monograph on the Pictish Ogham inscriptions with interest.

Also can't help but notice that your new CD has a track on it entitled "Attack El Robot! Attack!"

earlyman said...

And one of the best tracks it is too!

cello said...

Ah, earlyman! Good to see you're still around.

It is possible to like Tories and I guess Boris is as amusing and humane (and erudite) as they come.

Just wanted to say have a fab time in Venezuela, but come back soon. cello x

patroclus said...

Thanks cello, I shall certainly try my best (to enjoy myself and come back soon).

And earlyman, it is indeed lovely to see you.

earlyman said...

careful with that Calexico album. It's the kind of record that makes you want to escape across the border with a bottle of dark brown whisky, a bag of gold coins that has a hole in the bottom and a pearl-handled Smith & Wesson. And possibly leaving behind your brother and a weeping Mexican girl.
Sample lyrics:
spring is frozen now I'm stuck in low
wrapped with wire, tapped to the heart
can't find no poison, now I've got no cure
(the) fangs are stuck inside my skin

spring is rusted shut, (faith's) coiled and cracked
apparitions worth their weight in gold
scratched in metal, name erodes away
hands are scarred, heart is charred
burnt though, and ashen

Cheerful stuff, indeed.
Have fun.

patroclus said...

Escape across the border to Finland? Don't mind if I do. Not too many Mexicans up that way I don't think, though.

earlyman said...

Hmmm...
On second thoughts you had better download 'Trouser Jazz' by Mr Scruff.

cello said...

Earlyman, have you stopped everyone putting comments on your blog......or(sob)is it just me?

Apologies, Pat, for my cuckoo-like behaviour, bargeing into your blog and using it for my own private stuff. I've just done it to Pash too.

patroclus said...

Cuckoo away to your heart's content, cello. It's the internet - democracy and self-expression reign supreme!

earlyman said...

Hi cello
I have indeed. Not out of spite or disapproval. I just figured it's the next step to complete and utter egomania.

cello said...

Fair enough.

Pashmina said...

Just dropping by to add my voice to the Venezuelan well-wishing. Hope it's stpendously glamorous, in the manner of a Duran Duran video (with a slight change of personnel, obviously)

earlyman said...

But I still love you all dearly and hope that you keep visiting.

cello said...

I should think so too. I do visit but feel pangs of frustration from time to time.
I guess we could just squat here for a couple of weeks while the ownere is away. I'll feed the cat and water the plants too.

patroclus said...

Ooh stop it, cello - before I know it I'll be setting up my own forum!

No but seriously, feel free to squat here in my absence. I have half a hunch I may be posting from Venezuela, though. It's very difficult to keep me away from the information superweb. Even if I do have to outrun irate, gun-toting locals to get to the nearest internet café.

Hasta la vista then, everyone. Tengo tos!

Fizzy good said...

Grease is rubbish, by the way.

patroclus said...

Woo - they have the internet in Venezuela. Fantastic!

cello said...

*shit - it's her, quick, move that sofa back*

Aah, Patroclus, how wonderful to hear from you so soon. What new colour? The walls? You mean you don't like aqua?

earlyman said...

F*****g Hell Pat! Was that really the first thing you did?
Blimus!
Well, rest assured, my friends brief massage has resulted in a feeling not unlike a huge steel girder being jammed into my neck.
Which is nice.
So, Venezualan internet. Is it bits of string and coconut shells and blowpipes and stuff?

patroclus said...

Yes, well, when in a 5* American businessman's hotel, do as a 5* American businessman on a dodgy business trip to South America does. Moving on into the wilderness today, though, and I forgot to bring an adapter, so radio silence will probably start to be observed very shortly. Unless I can fashion a Ray Mears-style connection from banana fibre and coconut husks. I'll leave you with a disturbing slogan from an ad on CNN: "All I want is arse and trips". How does one even begin to get into that state, I wonder? PS steel girder to the neck? Better watch out for thunderstorms, then.

Allan Redwood said...

Mmm... so what?