ramball

The insomnia is getting a bit better, just under 5 hours last night but on account of the general lack of sleep I’m suffering from weird adverse effects.

It’s well know that The Surrealists would use sleep deprivation as a way of causing them to ‘see’ from an alternative angle of conscious. Some of the advantages gained by this method for making are having unadvantageous benefits for fucking existing. So far symptoms include: seeing things that aren’t there, issues speaking without sounding like I’m on medication, almost falling asleep in public then leaping awake wondering where the cunting heck I am and, for some reason, perpetually eating. My general aspect is polarised between being wired or semi-alive, both allow me to remotely view myself. Great.

This morning I left IC’s at 6 for my flat after lying awake for a bit. Six doesn’t usually exist for me in this direction so it was very odd being up and about and drinking tea at a time when I’m usually dreaming of cock. I checked some emails, took a shower and left for the office at a ludicrous 7, which was rather fortuitous as it’d begun to snow. This flurry was completely unexpected because in London we’re not allowed to know what the weather is doing because as soon as you mention ‘London’ to anyone not in it they moan about how the UK is so Londoncentric blah blah balls, so London gets lumped into ‘The South East,’ which is pretty poor going when you consider the population of the Capital City is 7.2 million, over 6 million more than Birmingham the second largest city in the UK, and anyway it’s better than anywhere else anyway so help me god. The Queen lives here for fucks sake, so do both Punt and Dennis, you do the math.

Anyway, it’s been snowing like a cunt so instead of sitting at home sipping tea and enjoying watching Lara Croft fall to her death for the hundredth time I’m sat in a lonely office trying not to sleep at my desk. It’s also more slippery underfoot than Derek Acorah’s bum crack in El Azizia, so I need to take time on my way to meeting the chaps for a beer to purchase some more bloody boots as my Docs resemble slick tyres, on acid, or something.

Speaking of soothing beer, wine, spirits et al, I did another night free from the booze, two nights so help me god. Two.

The tune was recommended by JonR who posts on this drivel from time to time. I got him into Hawkwind after bowling a googly about Neil from the Young Ones, he was so keen to prove himself right that he did some research to discover that Hawkwind invented the Four Elements and starred in and directed Duck Soup.

I need some fucking sleep.