My blog here for yesterday was killed off by having to put far too much thought into my posting over at Burn. A blog should be a casual thing to put effort into surely, but this one was worth putting a few hours into for sure. For the first time in weeks - maybe months - I had the house to myself during the day. For about half and hour I wasn't sure what I did when I was in this situation, so I cleared the sink of washing up, put some washing on and tidied up a bit, but all that took only half an hour or so (which prompts the question, what do people do all day?). As usual, left to my own devices, the devil came and knocked on the door with an offer I couldn't refuse: "Good morning Sir. I see you have idle hands about yourself today. May I suggest some work you could do for me..."
So it began. A few years ago, I bought one of the best things I have ever spent money on in my life. They're called Creature Speakers and they throw out the best sound I've ever heard. Maybe the acoustics in my kitchen are perfectly aligned with the way they are built or something, but when you plug your ipod in, they take over not only the house, but the street as well. With everybody out, I also figured I'd get away with smoking in the kitchen with the window open for a little while and then, a couple of hours before everybody came back, open all the doors and blast it away.
Scrolling through my lists of things to listen to, I clicked on the Kiss Alive collection - in old money, that's four double albums worth and thus my morning of Kiss mayhem, blogging, smoking and air guitaring began.
I've never noticed before how many people in the nursing home across the road look over at my house. Maybe it's not very many normally but yesterday there was one resident that caught my eye. The naked old guy (I don't think it's the same guy who had a role in Friends) was standing in his window looking over. Such was my good mood, instead of respectfully ignoring him as I normally do - for around £400 a week, I reckon he's entitled to do whatever he likes over there - I waved at him.
Now, my eyesight isn't brilliant, but I could swear he was playing air guitar to King of the Night Time World, but I have been known to be wrong about such matters.
Meanwhile, a couple of rooms across from him, a couple of nurses had been watching my very own air guitaring of King of the Night Time World. Now if you happened to read between the lines about naked old guy, you might have interpreted that as 'masturbating' - I however, was most definitely playing air guitar. Come on guys - it's my kitchen for crying out loud! Even the devil wouldn't stoop that low. Not in daylight hours.
You know what they had been doing? Taking pictures of me on their camera phones. Very amusing I'm sure. However, revenge will be sweet my cherubs. I too have a camera phone. Better still, I have a Nikon with a big fucking zoom on it. Let's see who survives the week the best shall we.
The rest of yesterday then just disappeared in a blur of 'stuff' - I have no idea what I did, but it certainly didn't involve as much writing as I had planned, but I did finish up three books that I had lying around... and a couple of magazines, so that counts as research in my book.
Le Fin... for now...
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