shot silk
on rare day off
i have a early swim with george where the water is effervescent
its good to be alive
we have breakfast and then i pretty much do nothing
till some professor arrives to interview me for 2 hours
re my “bohemianism”
i am apparently a modern version of the australian bohemian
altho being english doesnt seem to matter really
a bohemian made slightly good and flirting with the mainstream
according to herr professor
it was a great interview and i had a good laugh at myself and my pretensions
oh ha ha ha
yes that was good
am i a bohemian or just a lazy old git …its a fine line
well im leaving on an aeroplane again tomorrow
FFS!
done enough flying for while but no back in seat 15 fucking g i go
i’ll have aisle please
dont wanna sit next to any fatties babies smellies or grotty little swine
yes i’ll have a glass of fucking water
and the vegetarian option
but lo a horrible fellow next to me is tucking into the pulled off pork
well you become what you eat and he is already undergoing the transformation…
ive seen all the fucking movies and i am the reigning world virgin champ at rock trivia
theyve got starfish in the record selection
hoping no one sees me listening to my own record
after about one minute i drift off and dont listen to any of it
baby it goes in one ear and out the other
one of the hosties is quite attractive in her uniform
and like your humble scribe is no spring chicken
oh i get my gin and tonic for free and she gives me a smile
this is on the house mr kilbey
well alright thats better i guess
boy the gin and tonic slides down fast
and i get up for a wee wee squeezing past the hostie who smiles again
in side the toilet there am in the mirror frowning at myself
at that moment the plane hits the turbulence and i find it impossible to have a wee
as if someone was waiting for that to happen
we are one hour into the flight and im restless as all harry
i take out my lappy and listen to whatever i can find on there
life continues to be strange
something i thought i’d lost returns to me in negative only better
a new version of an old idea
then theres bowie in perth
and hanging out with Adalita is there anyone sweeter?
tim rogers too he’s a funny sod
the camaraderie of the troupe
the violins and the bassoons
singing those marvellous perfect songs
bowie told me in a dream i have his blessing
anyway i do my best
a cog in the mechanism
saturday night will be gig i have accepted a private do
someone especially requested me
i hope they like my performance
oh itll be ok probably a real pleasure you never know
how these things may go
then im having a bit of rest
not too much on a sporadic gig here and there
yeah
