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30 August 2006 at 14:41

dog visit

Winston Churchill's black dog came ashore here a couple of days ago. I hadn't seen it for years. My, how it's grown in the meantime!

It seemed to think there was a bone buried round here. For a while I considered taking it for a walk down by the railway tracks, but this morning I summoned the resolve to chase it away again. Shoo! Go and dig up someone else's garden!

Ah, that's better!



When the doctors give you the black spot, everything goes into a mad panic, and it's like a TV emergency room drama. Everyone talks of beating this thing. It's war, it's going to be tough, and we'll have to chop off your pecker (or your head, or whatever) but then you might be alright again.

Part of you is enthralled by all the activity focused on you, and you yourself need do nothing except drop your breeks for the peckerotomy and the poisoning and the frying.

20 years later, and you've lost your fear of the black spot (hooray!) but the side-effects of the peckerotomy get steadily worse. Most days, you're a happy survivor making the most of things, having a great life with a lovable partner. What would you do without her? What a fortunate creature!

Just occasionally, you find yourself wishing for the end, and for a moment you understand why some people throw themselves under trains. And the world wide mess doesn't exactly help the jollity levels. Time to curl up into a foetus and whimper. Just keep the supply of quadruple-dosage Somaloft coming, or is that made from oil too?

Blogger yep, it's me.... said...

wish I only had a visiting dog.
darn thing stays and stays and stays.
don't let it get ya'  

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Blogger keda said...

back. a little concerned and wishing/sending the old reliable greeny amber light stuff baby.
pecker-up sweetness.  

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Blogger robmcj said...

Thanks for the understanding, it goes a long way.  

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Blogger Menzies Milngavie III said...

I say!

I hope the dog's arrival wasn't linked to HotBoy being nice to you.

Have a look at Girl takes pic of herself every day for three years.

MM III  

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Blogger hotboy said...

Adolf! Heil! You can talk about emptiness and non-self till you're blue in the face, but when you're in the shit, you're in it. And that's that way it looks. Even if you know in your heart it's just a view. Now I'm sorry you got the fatwa. I take it back. You should abandon the return to Berlin and visit with me in the hut. Bring some of your nutritious non-alcoholic beer so we can sit there and have a laugh until we can embrace death. If you're still not feeling good we could go camping on the top of Ben Nevis, but we'd need woolly socks! Hotboy  

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