strimmer 21 June 2009
I had a very informative dream last night. I need to buy a strimmer for my garden (actual, not a euphemism for anything else at all, at all…) and I want something that’s not too heavy or unweildy. Well, in my dream I found the perfect one and the man who sold it to me gave me some safety advice about its use too. Now seems to me, that’s one top dream and even Freud would be hard-pressed to make it into something else. I know exactly what I want and how to handle it when I get it. Reminds me of some graffitti I saw painted on a wall once in Corsica which pointed to the nearest town and said how far away it was (official signs were scarce) and it was the most helpful I have encountered, if not a little against the rebellious principles usually associated with street art.
A friend posted a message congratulating a newly wed couple of our acquaintance recently and teased them about their first sacred night together (they have been living ‘in sin’ quite a while now). Unfortunately he spelled it ‘secrete’ and, whereas I know what he means, I can’t help but think he has added just a little too much information with his dyslexic version of the word sacred….
Off to hear Ms Brenda Blethyn speak at the Film Festival now, then a doo, then the World Premiere of THE CALLING and then, all too quickly, a flight at cock-crow tomorrow. Showbiz, sweeties!
