past the hump

well well well
first off, the above is a delightful film and i wish to impose it on anyone that wafts to the house from now on. as a rite of passage if you will

just came back from three glorious days in the country house. maude and i. me and maude. alone. pure bliss. as you all know i was on day three of the fast and the weekend was going to be the deal breaker. i would either succumb and binge on films and booze or go completely krause and rip the house inside out in an effort to put ORDER.


alas....the latter scenario materialized. i went completely manic and stripped down to my underwear, sucking at green tea, i overturned everything in sight in the ultimate spring clean of the century, uncovering even lady v's long lost earring. to the sounds of bach's cello concerto and wagner's parceval i scrubbed and scrubbed. not content, i had to dust every book and put them in order by language and then separate the contemporary fiction from the classics and creating a special place just for the faeries. the same fate occured to CDs, wich were alphabatized and also allotted special sections. and the linen was refolded and filed with labels and ranked by colour. maude looked on most perplexed and scrambled around the field rolling in shit and getting mauled by marcella's cat. daniele, who after 4 years seems to be as smitten as ever, deliverd junk mail at 11pm at night and was swiftly sent back down the hill. not content and still exploding with energy, i decided to take a jog in my pyjama bottoms. this hasn't be seen since the days i was trying to impress 12 year old michael clooney at barcelona british school. yes, dear reader, it is that long ago.


now am bracing myself for an invigorating all nighter writing up election results, providing analsyis, sending flashes and of course chugging down the green tea.

be afraid, be very afraid. and curse the day you met me.