Dissolving magazines

A few years ago, my favourite author, Jonathan Carroll, was in Birmingham, doing his only UK book signing in the then wonderful Andromeda book shop. At the time, an issue of Playboy had just come out that contained one of his stories. I’d actually bought it, and had sat in the garden reading the story. Unfortunately, I hadn’t moved quickly enough with a sudden storm, and it got soaked. Because of which, it had fallen to bits.

Anyway, having requested that he signed the large pile of books that I’d brought up to the table – he asked if I had the Playboy edition.

“Yes,” I replied, “but I’d better get another copy because mine’s already fallen apart.”

Sometimes its true that you shouldn’t meet your heros, because you can end up saying something to them that makes you look like a wanker.

Preparations for running your first 10k race:

1. Go out for drinks the night before. The come home and stay up till 2am.

2. Forget to eat carbs the day before or the day of the race.

Results:

481 (of 650), 56mins 38 seconds.

Celebration:

Fall asleep. Wake up, say woo.

Its hard to be angry.

Some people are misguided.

But even without anger, there is extreme disappointment.

After all, everyone knows that the letters EI should be pronounced “EE” and not “EYE” when in some words.

The shame of it.

Woke up, after a night of wild dreams. My head felt like a donkey had moved in. Went downstairs. There was a mysterious absence of absinthe, compared to the night before.

A friend, Malcolm, gave me permission to publish his two binary poems:

Positive Binary Poem

One nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

one nil

Negative Binary Poem

Love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one

love one