Ingredients:
1 banana
2 knife fulls of
peanut butter
2 slices of bread
(white or wholemeal, but never seeded)
a tilted jar of
honey
Lightly toast the
bread put peanut butter on the bread slice the banana on the peanut
butter on the bread tilt the honey drizzle the honey on the banana on
the peanut butter on the bread grill for five minutes or until the
banana starts to brown wash down with coffee and a coffee and
whatever tobacco products you might have to hand and end up sprawled
on the cold hard patio having chewed off your own arm.
We're kind of back,
after the Christmas break, looking for winter berries and hot
pockets to snuggle in. It's cold here. Everything online might be
polished enough to successfully deliver eternal escape, but a
computer screen can only keep you so warm.
I fear I may have
to leave the comfort of my tiger-print slumbering table. It's dry in
here, and outside it rains. But the tracklist is real. The album for
the tracklist is real. Sorry – the tracklist for the
album is real. We might be getting together today to further the
infinite new of culture.
Sounds exciting, eh?
All
the stuff is ready at the band house. Just half-an-hour down up the
alley.
But...the
bed. This bed and the state it's in. It's got memory foam on it and I
just picked up a new duvet. It has an aura. If temperature is a
measure of the movement of atoms, I think the rate at which my body
is expelling some musty
odour is creating the heat I find myself in. If I leave it a couple
more days I might even start to save on the lighting bill. I should
not draw this experiment to a close, yet. Neither
for the band, nor
to reverse
my twenty-odd year decline in
social status...
I've
also got things to do, don't get me wrong – I'm not looking for a
day of zero sum.
I'm
looking for a day of pulling puppet strings from behind a simmering
pot of letters, like an evil Grandma cooking soup.
We've
got a few meetings tomorrow, too, in
that London, with some
people or something who want to enjoy being a part of what we do.
If
they like hot beds and bananas, they'll be just fine.
We'll
let you know how it goes.
So
speak free and loud, and
listen out.
Tim
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