these past few weeks have been like an amstel beer, slow brewed yet extra matured.ive been patient waiting for the egg to crack, to splatter itslef all over the show,to stain the linoleum floor tiles,and leave me with a story.let that egg splatter as it will, is waht i say.
have you ever been so pissed off that you wanted to turn into the hulk, tear the fluff out of your sisters teddy bear and burn it at the stake?.well thats how i felt after my ebay experience,it all began when graham sent me an email suggesting i read a book called One city,tis about edinburgh,so i thought hey ill give it a wee squizz.so i championed my way to charing cross road where all the book stores lie, rummaged through the ol dirty second hand book stores,and emerged smelling as though id just exited some grandma's flat, minus the stale chocolate.needless to say i didnt find the book.eventually i blazed into Foyles, requested the book,but at a scorching 5 pound 50, i thought 'gsus with that dosh i could buy an oil field in nigeria and a farm on Rissik street', i figured id jump into the unknown abyss,aqualaungs and all and go bidding on ebay,ooh ebay,each letter glowing ina primary colour, each letter written in kids writing, leaving me thinking this is like playing in the sand pit-ill get a few diseases, ill ahve fun and at the end of the day the sand castle i was building would emerge.,ooh ooh.so i found the book.bids kicked off at a whopping 99p,i already knew i had a winner.so i threw in an unbeatable 1 squid 20 and waited for the bid to brew and consume all pretenders.a week later i notice 2 squid 70,it topped me.not cool i say.for some reason, one unbeknownest to me, i eventually won the bid.dont ask i just did.but now the seller wished to use a 3rd party,the only 3rd party i know is the one i go to when im liquored up after the second party.now setting up this 3rd party pay thing just wasnt easy, and this was the point where i wished to turn into a crazy lad in a rubber room beating the shee-ite outta my work colleague. setting up this frikkin account took like 2weeks.eventually i overcame,today i have since read the book and am far more re-laxed.great book graham, and id say it was worth the absolute torture
hampton court palace, its a palace thats bigger than castle grey skull,older than the smurf village, and it nestles in suburbia,which i found rather cooky.there were these folk dressed in victoriana clothing and spoke as though they had jacket pottaoes propelled up their butts.however what they said was most informative.i traipsed this wee castle like the fat bastard henry the 8th did but couldnt find the tv room.i strolled strolled the gardens with their toppiaried trees and symmetrical layouts and got my kickers dirty. twas a toit day, a day i flew Han Solo.
Ah Bath, what a gloriously wee town. a 3 hour bus ride with my fav show on board-Top Gear. its stoned in white and cobbled like a lunch bar. we had 4 hours of daylight to kill, 1 hour we beat munching fish and greasy chips,the other hours were spent cooking chicken soup style in the Roman Baths themselves .befiitting a town named Bath,there were baths.now im no latin geek, although i was one,but this lil place left me totally excited.warm naturally heated pools of green water surrounded by rough stone. and then there was the inevitable body of water filled with coins,gsus,why do folk lob their coins into water,what the f*ck is so thrilling about it?.rather go gambling.someone once said it was lucky to throw coins but someone also once said that the policeman in Noddy was gay.
i went to this lecture by the RIBA gold medal winner, its an architecture award.awarded to the gretaest architect of the year, the architect that has the grreatest influence on the world, from days gone by and will have an influence into infinty and beyond.toyo ito, is actually a tall japanese human, i figured most japs were yay high(id be indicating height with my hand at this point in time).now his architecture was pretty swell.only prob was he couldnt utter much english even if his life depended on it.so i figure the bruce lee interparting his words didnt do him much justice.nevertheless his architecture did have a certain , shall i say 'gin e say quae' about it.
this past thursday needed to be stuffed like a christmas turkey.before a farewell party i needed to show face at, i decided id go to a lecture at the AA, archticture association.the speaker was the great charles jencks.this kid was a guy that i studied with,well not really.many of my lectures at varsity used him to cause riots in our minds, to get us thinking,get us feeling like bumbling idiots.now i was gonna hear the lad speak directly to me.this is excatly whats kiling me bout this lil island.im engaging with the greteast that architecture and culture has to offer.back home these greats were invincible, a little like the super hero i am, althought hey dont have similar see-through-wall super powers.
so im gonna kill this email with a quote i found quite cool, cool cos it sorta reminds me of one of my favorite movies,Alien, and if you think about it long enough you might just have a nighmare. Eminem told ROLLING STONE Magazine, 'i would rather have a baby through my p*nis than get married again.';
quote of the century, heard at the Charles Jencks lecture: 'arrtichokes are what dyslexic folk call architects.'
ey folks, ive sort of put all my scracthings on a blog if you wanna check them out.someone told me that once my scratchings found themselves on a blog then that would force me to do some editing..........................riiiiighhhht
http://scratchingsofdan.blogspot.com/
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