February is February

This is a neglected blog. I’m protesting against blogger because the search function is fucked and has been for a year.

Okay, that’s not entirely true. The search function is fucked, but I’ve been BUSY....!

I haven’t slept in a bedroom or in a real bed since 2009. A severe dry rot episode, and its removal, is a fascinating force to reckon with. I could never have imagined it, even if I squeezed my brain with a giant tweezer and injected it with meow meow. It’s also rather revolting and undisputedly difficult to live alongside.

I have a collection of tasty photographs to shock and appal little old ladies with. “Did you know that under your floorboards a giant mushroom is preparing to smother you?! As you snore and slowly leak urine into the mattress, it grows. And one day you just won’t wake. They will find you encased, suffocated in your sleep, and quite dead’. My landlords are complete and utter arseholes.

I’ve still been going to a gig or two a week and all sorts of amazing things. My recent life is turning into an undocumented blur. Random notes sit on my phone and on my PC. I haven’t formed any of them into the sentences that I imagined. Words clamber for attention as I find myself joyously entranced by life’s offerings. Their destiny is to rattle around my head until they amount to little more than a mere distant echo.

I could write about so much and get immense pleasure from it, but it’s time to turn the sofa into a bed and from there on in it all goes to pot. Although I should sleep, I’ve developed a tendency to wrap myself in my lovely duvet, stroke the cat and watch the US version of The Office. The gentle read in bed has been exchanged for late nights of TV bliss. It makes up for making pleasantries with workmen before I’m ready for the world. Sleep deprivation makes everything so wonderfully ethereal. The misty film of soft reality has an alluring quality. If I reach out to touch, will it disappear?

Extreme living, eh? I'm surprisingly chipper! I feel happy and it's brilliant. l love it. Under the circumstances I'm aware that's odd. Well done brain for being so defiantly joyful in hard times. I wear a grin rather well. Yes, I do say so myself.

Fabpants Recommends: Being lazy when required. I could recommend many amazing tunes, but there’s millions on the internet and you can find them elsewhere. Fetch boy, fetch.