Family, Creativity...

Family lunch today. All six of us descended like the wrath of God (Yes, I am an atheist, but it's easier to say "God" than "random fluctuation in space/time for which we cannot, yet, see an explanation") upon the Dendy Deli in Brighton.

I feel sorry for restaurants that have to deal with us. First you have two small children screaming with excitement. Add a fussy eater or two, a person who can't make up their mind on what to have, and stick me in the middle. Something will invariably be sent back, and if more than ten seconds elapses between ordering and arrival of food, prepare to hear a complaint. It's kind of like Gordon Ramsay - by swearing and hurling abuse we hope to bring out the best in you. Frankly, it's a baptism of fire for any waiter/waitress foolish enough to say the words "may I take your order?".

I had a BLT. I appreciate that it isn't good for me, and all you vegetarians can go rot; I likes me crispy bacon. And it was good!

Sometimes it's the simple things which are the best. I could have ordered one of the many elaborate (and, lets not forget, expensive) dishes available, and I may even have enjoyed it more, but there's something almost spiritual about a good BLT. It's nourishment for the soul (a phrase my RE department would be shocked to hear me use).



Developments on the creative front! Mostly other people's!

For your pleasure, we present "Unjustice" by Bethany Shoer (check out her blog):

For an undeterminable, near-infinite duration,
Pensive, anxious
Like a male walrus on a smooth warm stone
Pondering his sexuality
Only to have it proven
Abruptly
By a befuddled young Irishman entranced, enthralled by
Bestiality and seditious lust

The victims, whilst somewhat deprived
Of any sort of stereotypical beauty and respectibility, were
Bald, corpulent and irrepressibly curvaceous
Like the aforementioned walrus.
Sitting atop a barren, ominous bench
The location for hysterical pleas
For justice and sanity in
This despicable, farcical world
They begged for mercy, clutching their hairless skulls
With their hands fraught with pain
"This monster! He must be condemned!"
They shrieked
Their shrill cries minor thirds apart in pitch
"UNJUSTICE!"

We quivered.
Bald, hideous and lacking in a basic vocabulary
No wonder young Paddy assumed their
Animalism.

Thus, with a deep sigh
Indicative of our obligations
A witness rose from the stands

"The running commentary in his mind
was chanting
PRETEND HE'S A WALRUS."


As well as the opening lines of Dave Parncutt's heavily anticipated "Doug Rap":

Yo this be me and my name's Doug/my voice is smoother than a velvet rug


As well as some works of my own. Every since I joked in a previous post on 'Wicked' about a musical based on '1984' (the George Orwell one, not the year), I've actually been giving it some serious though and decided the idea has potential. So, I present to you, the first draft of the first verse from the song "Two Plus Two Is Five", the finale to 1984 - The Musicganda from the Ministry Of Truth:

(Winston Smith)
Two plus two equals five,
It's a thought process that'll keep you alive,
Life is doubleplusgood, so the Party say.
What can be found in Room 101?
The person who knows best is you.
Just, bare in mind that five is two plus two.


Au Revoir.