My cunting back has popped again. No reason for it, I went to bed okay and woke up not. That’s the worst thing about having a fucking slipped disc, it’s completely out of your hands, subject to its own malevolent and petulant will. The merest sigh can aggravate it, a cough, nay, a fart… the most terrifying of all is a sneeze, the year before I wrote this blog, when it first went, I sneezed in my flat and fucking fainted –it was dreadful.
Last night was fun, I took the t’Northern Line into Soho and met an old friend for a drink, she arrived right on time, most unusual for a bird I clucked to myself and we had one there before arriving at dusk at a Japanese Restaurant opposite the Groucho Club which was completely deserted save one middle-aged Japanese lady with teeth like tombstones. We ate sushi and sashimi with wine, not saki (that scanned beautifully) which was fucking delicious though my dining companion wasn’t really au fait with chopsticks like what I is and took to stabbing her food. I smiled patronisingly, I did, I could feel myself do it. I nearly went ‘ha’ as well.
By the time we got out it was raining so hard I was forced to procure a brolly for our heads for the walk to the tube with was awash with drenched looking types. In hindsight it may have been this that fucked my back, allow me. Wet surfaces have a tendency to cause a chap to slip, especially if he’s wearing a pair of beautifully crafted leather soled shoes, and subsequently one is inclined to compensate for slipping by treading gingerly with a flat foot causing the back to tense, I reckon that’s why I’m sat here now with a rictus grin and moist eyeballs.
But at least I’m in fucking work, that’s the good bit.
More from The Dead Kenneyds recording live. I find this type of thing separates the men from the boys, only wankers hate this, hear me? Wankers.
Before I go, the only band that are referenced on the opening titles to Nevermind The Buzzcocks are The Dead Kenneyds, and that’s a Piqued fact –actually, I’m going to pop an interview with Jello Biaffra by Jools Holland RIGHT AFTER THIS FUCKING SONG.
