The 1992 West Coast Eagles versus... a Dalek!
Probably only three out of those eight words make any sense at all to most of you.
Hail, anyway. A post of minimal substance here, but hopefully something more substantial coming soon.
The title comes from the events of last night, specifically the discussion around the table at three in the morning over the remains of our barbecue. We had gathered to celebrate - for was not December 17th both the feast day of St Olympias and the national day of Bahrain?* - and obviously some festivities were in order.
We started with backyard cricket, (on three hours sleep and two glasses of cheap red wine) and then animated conversation. It was conversation which started out semi-sensible (whether professional sportspeople should be punished for 'unseemly' behaviour), edged into the slightly surreal (how successful would a national cricket team be, if it were composed of moral paragons and ethical giants: i.e.: one where the opening batsmen were the Dalai Lama and Nelson Mandela and the blistering fast bowling was supplied by Dietrich Bonhoeffer), and then descended into lunacy (one of those drunken "who would win" competitions involving my brother's favourite Australian Rules football team and a cyborg psychopath with a sucker for a hand, from a British science fiction show).
And I feel pretty damn fine about the whole night. I can't write about it as well as some of you, and I certainly can't write about it as well as I could if I hadn't had to go to work still somewhat fragile, but the next morning everyone was smiling. Pale, pasty, some walking slightly off the vertical, but smiling.
And today I think I met the most troubled woman in Slytherin, about whom more later.
Tomorrow's post will either be "being quite remarkably beautiful and how it fucks your life up" (about heroin), or "the wall" (the latest in the bad doctor myth cycle).
Thanks for listening,
John
*True.
Hail, anyway. A post of minimal substance here, but hopefully something more substantial coming soon.
The title comes from the events of last night, specifically the discussion around the table at three in the morning over the remains of our barbecue. We had gathered to celebrate - for was not December 17th both the feast day of St Olympias and the national day of Bahrain?* - and obviously some festivities were in order.
We started with backyard cricket, (on three hours sleep and two glasses of cheap red wine) and then animated conversation. It was conversation which started out semi-sensible (whether professional sportspeople should be punished for 'unseemly' behaviour), edged into the slightly surreal (how successful would a national cricket team be, if it were composed of moral paragons and ethical giants: i.e.: one where the opening batsmen were the Dalai Lama and Nelson Mandela and the blistering fast bowling was supplied by Dietrich Bonhoeffer), and then descended into lunacy (one of those drunken "who would win" competitions involving my brother's favourite Australian Rules football team and a cyborg psychopath with a sucker for a hand, from a British science fiction show).
And I feel pretty damn fine about the whole night. I can't write about it as well as some of you, and I certainly can't write about it as well as I could if I hadn't had to go to work still somewhat fragile, but the next morning everyone was smiling. Pale, pasty, some walking slightly off the vertical, but smiling.
And today I think I met the most troubled woman in Slytherin, about whom more later.
Tomorrow's post will either be "being quite remarkably beautiful and how it fucks your life up" (about heroin), or "the wall" (the latest in the bad doctor myth cycle).
Thanks for listening,
John
*True.
posted by Bronze John at 11:23 PM
9 Comments:
So what do you think - has drugs/alchohol spawned or squashed more art?
BJ: We need a map of where Mordor, Slytherin, etc. are. Or maybe an index of the various towns and hospitals. Something. I get confused.
BJ,
I still think Heroin should be legalised and the dealers prices undedrcut by pharmaceutically prepared and cheaper Heroin (Bayer perhaps?)
Have a look at:
User perceptions of occasional and controlled heroin use
What do you think?
BennyXVI
I believe it makes a much better concept to have our Government as our pusher. By supplying clean drugs to the population in a controlled manner it will lessen the abuse rate. Now, can anyone answer this: It's what is 'cut' with the drug that causes the most harm prior to the abuse?
Hurrah! I understood all of those words! And I would pay to see the Eagles taken on by a Dalek *eeefil Dockers-supporter grin*
*spbgpxib*
The noise made by Ben Cousins being crushed under Davros's wheels? >:)
Hail Prom,
Good question, don't know that we'll ever know. Certainly my daily experience is with the squashed. I don't know that a lot of people create because of drugs, I suspect it may be that the same force (the unease/fear/whatever) that makes people create is what makes drugs an attractive choice for someone.
Don't know. Thought provoking, isn't it?
John
Hail FW (or "Foils", as you would be called over here),
You probably get confused because I get confused. I like the idea of a map, ideally one of those mediaeval ones with monopodes and mythical beasts around the edges. Don't even know if I could post one... if I knew how to make one in the first place.
About the legalised opiate prescribing: I suspect that the current policy (prohibition) is probably reaching the end of its tiral period (a good century or so), and I don't think it's done that well... I'd be damn keen to try pretty much any other policy.
John
Chade:
Nah - the human body is generally pretty good at cleaning up shit shoved into it.
Occasionally things go wrong (valvular heart disease, embolisms etc...)
but most users know when they get a dirty hit and are soon to let their dealer(s) know.
The worst damage I suspect is the things they give up - to be able to afford the stuff.
That's why Kate Moss never had any trouble (before she got sprung) 'cos she could
always afford it. Michael J Fox's Parkinsonism was supposed to
be caused by all the Coke he did...
Its going out an grabbing bags off of LOLs, ripping off stereos out of cars (the little scrotes)
selling their $800 stereo wide screen TV bought on credit* for $150 at Crime Converters**
and BJ: How about some Soma? So would you be an Alpha or a Beta??
Prom: I think that depends if it has Wormwood*** dissolved in it
* not necessarily their own credit either
** A Pawn Chain - had a cop refer to them by this name once...
*** as in Absinthe
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