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Friday, November 18, 2005

Monkey humours and the inner burning dog mouth.

I have two brothers J and W.

J is well... somehow describing him in words would never do him justice. During his life he has been a poet, car valet, musician, sperm donor, novelist, bus driver, cabaret star, gas meter reader, philosopher.

He has taken on each and every role on with witty originality, vigorous gusto and much brilliant talent. Apart from the bus driver which he only did for a short while and him stopping has made the world a safer place.

His life has direction it is just the direction changes. He is a comedy genius - everybody loves him.

The masterful W, nobly handsome, fearsomely intelligent, very rich, very sophisticated. An inner confidence that boarders on arrogance. Women just melt under his perceptive and penetrative gaze. One charming mother fucker. He has lived through tragedy and come through, in my opinion, a better man. He also has two incredibly beautiful daughters who are already uncannily clever and funny. The oldest 8 is already a dab hand at html which is quite frankly terrifying.

Then there is little ol' me.

We all get on famously and see each other a lot. It is great - it like having two fantastic friends who you know will always be there, whatever, right to the end.

So anyway J came over last night with his feisty and beautiful, soon to be unnervingly successful girlfriend H who is really not that bad for northern lass. We go to the swanky, wanky but yeah! very cool and incredibly pretentious bars that seem to populate every corner around here. "Notting Hill"?!? It has nothing on this part of London.

H met J on a philosophy course or was it in a skip - I forget but the conversation turns to blogging.

"It is like the humonculous" pipes up H
"huh!" I say
"You know the fallacy of introspection"
"You what?"
"The fallacy has been broken. You have a validated internal dialogue"
"Eh?"
"Your audiance it is the humonculous!" she says as if it means anything to me.
"I have no audiance"
"That is not the point"
"Hmm... ok - want another drink?"

So if anyone can put any light on that then please do.

2 Comments:

  • This is the best I can do, I'm afraid.

    By Blogger patroclus, at 9:43 am  

  • hmm so it could quite insulting then. Non of you are 12" high and made of stone and semen are you?

    By Blogger h, at 1:22 pm  

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