Sinister: my amazingly strange life

[Dirty Vicar]

Last weekend I went to the soi-disant Southern Capital of this fine country
to hang out with friends and indulge my secret boardgaming vice. Imagine my
surprise, therefore, when I went to the the Students Union bar there only to
find it full of bellowing gamers fighting to place bids in an auction. But
perhaps you would have too, if you had been there and seen what was on
offer, for this seemed to be some kind of slave auction type thing, and
being auctioned as a job lot were three lovely ladies, ready, able & willing
to be your slaves for a day. It was like falling through a dimensional
portal into some kind of sideways universe of extreme weirdness. Amusingly,
as the bidding went higher, the ladies got more excited and jumped up and
down, driving bidding ever higher.

I cursed the luck that made me leave my chequebook in the Vicarage.

Meanwhile, I notice that popular band Belle & Sebastian are playing concerts
in the United Kingdom, and in Sweden and Denmark. I'm contemplating flying
over to see them but it wasn't very long ago at all that I saw them last.
And they are playing a bit too close to the fab All Tomorrow's Parties
festival, and I'm not really going to fly away for musical things three
times this year. Certainly not to the stinky non Euro zone united kingdom,
they'll get enough of my money at Glarsters and Bowlie, they're not getting
me over to see B&S again this year.

So there's nothing for it - B&S are coming to Dublin to play the Ambassador.
The Dirty Vicar commands it.

I've enjoyed a great many of your posts. I especially liked Kyla Schuller's
post about her great uncle. It made me think about my old relatives, about
being old, and about the likelihood of one day being very old and ill and
stuff. A great uncle of mine died last year, and before hand I went to visit
him in hospital with my Dad. I hadn't seen him for years and was never
really that close to him, but he seemed happy enough to see me. It must be
strange being very old and ill, suddenly relatives you haven't seen in years
start showing up. I bet that's when you know you're in trouble, or maybe it
never really registers like that because you're so whacked on medication and
stuff. 

I'm sorry if my ramblings on this topic have brought back unhappy memories
for anyone who has lost someone in those kind of circumstances.

I also loved Kyla's image of her great uncle seeing nuclear explosions
lighting up the sky. And Gneissy's post was very gneiss. I heart symbol
Gneissy.

I notice people have started talking about George W. Bush again.

It's funny Ms Playforth mentioning Yoga and Pilates. I am currently
K*N*A*C*K*E*R*E*D as a result of my yoga class of earlier this evening. So I
think it's time for tubby bye byes.

I think I had a lot of other fascinating things to say, but I forget them
all, so I'm going to post this now and go to bed.

yawn

DV


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