All entries for Sunday 18 June 2006
June 18, 2006
and from the pub to afternoon tea, where scones are left unguarded and unbuttered..
when the sandwiches are tiny, my criminality reaches inverse proportions. lock up your saucers.
now however, i must transform into an essay butterfly. with papery wings i shall paperily wing it. there are three days and seven thousand words and one man. do not be dismayed when i say peril lurks submarine..
now i'm back in the CM1, civilisedness has become undone
while it may appear that from my appearance i am feral, no wilde, a wilderness dresser – a wildman? – last night in the pub i was the very oscar of cheekiness. we bantered and frolicked, conscious unconscious, i cheated the bar out of a round of drinks, just like my ancestors would have done.
i have said it before on this blog – the only time i'm drink–and–drug–free is when i get my drink and drugs for free – and now i am finally getting to live according to mantra. while nabokov joined me in the pub, as a villain, he was in my pocket, and less terrible than the dark and smoky truth.
farewell, i journey back from essex, the wilderness, a wilde, a wildman.