lips 13 January 2010
Ah now here, there are a few things that are getting on MY WICK at the moment. Firstly, I am SO cheesed off with the weather in the UK that I might have to scream from now till Doomsday (I know that’s an unquantifiable amount of time but if this so-called global warming, ie the earth going to hell in a handcart, is anything to go by I won’t have to do it for long). I apologise if it’s me who’s bringing it around like Typhoid Mary, and I may be, because I brought it back from Odessa (Ukraine) where snow is unseasonal at Christmas, believe it or not, and certainly THAT much snow, took it onto London, over to Birmingham, back to London, over to Dublin, back to London and then onto Manchester and now, 5 weeks later, it’s still in London and Manchester…and Dublin…and…well you get the picture. Today’s version was a sly slicky kind of wipe of snow against the face and enough malice not to melt but get ever so slightly slippy on the street – this is in Manchesterford where I am currently sitting, typing to youse all and feeling like I may have to declare myself a Crime Against Humanity for these weather shockers. I am not happy.
SHOCK HORROR NEWS – I have the direst lips in all of Creation – of course I use that term lightly as I am a Darwinian at heart, just love the lingo that goes with the religious end of things…and the Art…Darwin didn’t provoke much in the way of a painting or sculpting movement…or did he? answers please on the back of a 50 quid note so that I can roll that up and snort cocaine through it because, as threatened if this friggin weather were to continue and it has, I AM TAKING TO HARD DRUGS…now, where to find some…again answers on the 50 pound note, my dears….
