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The Royal Rambles

February 9, 2010 · Leave a Comment

Texts. Wonderful little things. If for no other reason than keeping a timeline. Remind you of certain things. Blurry events. Shorter form of the blogaruu to be true. Which my memory would be completely lost without. Unfortunately. If a few days go by. Without blogging on. Particularly when a fair old whack has gone on. Everything comes back sporadically. Illogical. Nonsense. Sharp bursts. Flying out. Checking notes. Scribbled drunk gibberish. Illegible. Reaching for sent items. Unfortunately having gaps missing. Wondering what happened for that three hour period? Or that one? Forgetting to wonder about it. Enabling the onslaught of flashes to finally flood in.

Let The Rambles Begin!

Have you ever woken up. Sat up. Wondered. Am I meant to be flying to San Diego today. In a helicopter. To go sit in a book shop. And observe people’s habits. Which books they are drawn to. Do a bit of field research. And then fly back up to L.A in the afternoon? Bizarrely. I can’t say I ever have. Not until this morning anyways. At least my texts confirmed that was meant to be the plan. I knew there was a reason my body clock has me up early. Unfortunately. Gin monkeys showed up. Dominated. Postponed. Day of rest. Dirty monkeys. Ruining what I had planned to write about. Making me spend the day instead collecting flashes from the past three days.

Other future far fetched sounding offers started popping into my head. An invite to the Caribbean? Not sure. An invite to Thailand? I think. Or Hong Kong. Again. Not sure. Likelihood? Both. Slim. Probably. Not. Slight. Chance. Offers being offered at least. Maybe it had something to do with drink flowing in all directions. Speaking of which, hotel bars are a great place to go for random conversations. Drunken chats with Dennis Rodman. Now he’d have a good blog. Proper stories. From the dim flashes. Maybe should’ve watched at least one quarter of the Superbowl inside at the bar with him. Might’ve got a few better stories out of him. Although. Lure of poolside boozing? Poolside on. Apologies Den. Or was it Rod? I think I was going with The Den.

We Must Stop Meeting Like This. Seriously.

Far too many illogical flashbacks involving dudes. Oz dude. Lost soul. Looking for a tour guide. Thankfully. That note I found in my pocket. Was not intended for me. Given to my buddy Charlotta. Explains one mystery. Go on the texts. Not sure how I ended up with it though.

Speaking of dodgy sounding stories. Those other two guys. In the bathroom. Meeting them two nights in a row. In the same bathroom. Coincidence? Or were they just hanging around there? Trying to promote their new song. Spoofing themselves up. One guy shoving his iPhone in my ear. Playing me his song. While I was standing at the urinal. Bit odd. Bit weird. Bit of a crap song. His phone not being code for anything else either. Even if he did look like the dude from Right Said Fred.

Switching sides. Was every girl I spoke to a lesbian? Or did every girl just tell me that to get rid of me? Or was I actually in a lesbian bar? When I said to one girl that she was a bad man, did she not see what I was implying? Kind of. Implies. A good woman? Kind of. A compliment? Moving on.

Jumble Jim

I do know this. Reason for the full on times. Jumbling up my memories. The Man. Buddy’s girlfriend’s Dad. Back. In. Town. Wining. Dining. Boozing on. Lucky enough to get invited along to the festivities. I must say, L.A has some savage restaurants. Even if they are kind of wasted on me. Well maybe just the food part. Happens when you go down the healthy eating buzz. In order to balance out other aspects. However, I do know a good restaurant when I see one. And these places were pre-tty savage. 

XIV in particular is ridiculous. Savage setting. Plush. Kind of like a grand dining room in a old fashioned mansion. Just with a funky twist. Cool place. Sitting on a couch with a big dead animal rug thrown across it. Which doesn’t sound too cool. But it was pretty slick. Just got a caviar flash. One serving costing about $700. I think a serving is the size of a spoon? $700? For. One. Spoon. Maybe a table spoon. As opposed to a tea spoon. A few tea spoons worth I suppose. But still. Quite a pretty penny. Another reason I don’t frequent restaurants as much. Not a fan of  paying a penny over $600 for my caviar.

Choke That Chicken

One event caused the most amount of flashes. Food related. Big fan of chicken. Simple man. Simple desires. Simpleton. Chicken is a staple. Enjoy a good chicken anywhere. Which is what I went for last night in a place called the Village Idiot. And. Ironically. The chicken almost killed me. Must’ve offended it. Tried to strangle me. Wringing it wings around my neck. An idiot. In the Idiot. Choking on chicken. Going blue. Eyes bulging. Life starting to flash. Maybe just drunken flashbacks from the night before. Hard to tell. All I do know. Was that I was seriously choking. Seriously struggling.

A lot more than just choking occurs. Different stages. Start off in denial. Initially. Brush it off. Something’s just stuck. It’ll slide through. Give it a second. Wash it down. Slide through at any moment. Not sliding down the hatch. Hit the chest a bit. Subtly. Don’t want to draw attention to yourself. Table manners. Etiquette. Hit hit. Thumper thumper. Not sliding through. Feels like a bone is stuck. Along with a lump of chicken. Should’ve held out for the twenty recommended chews.

At Least Be Sitting On The Toilet

Now slightly gagging. Now getting a bit worried. Ah, still no need to panic. Just face away from the table and cough it up. Thump thump. It’ll be fine. No-one chokes on chicken. You’ll be fine. But you’re not. Acceptance. Still stuck. Still choking. Which is the point when you start struggling for air. Stomach starts heaving. Unable to cry out. Or wave for help. As you’re too busy. Gasping. Grasping. Looking for help. Facing away from the table. In your attempt to not look like an idiot coughing up chicken. No more politeness. See the two girls at the table next to you. See them. Looking at you. Disgust. Ignoring your waves for help. Ignoring the bizarre noises coming from your throat. Ignoring all that. And just giving a look of ‘Oh, how rude. You are simply disgusting.’ Apologies, girls. My bad. I should not be choking in such a manner. What was I thinking? Where is my etiquette?!

Slap. Pop. Cackle.

Eventually it is noticed by people at your table that you’re not just coughing. Something’s up. Blue. Whack. On the back. Out. She pops. Chicken sails. Through the air. Flapping its bone about. Sip the water. We thought you were just coughing. Or texting. Are you ok? I am. I’m good. Close call though. Relief. Gushing in the air. Dizziness disappears. Realisation kicks in. Thank funk. I didn’t just die. Particularly. Choking on chicken. Not the most glorious ways to go out.

Besides that though, a pretty good weekend. Except for the bit where… and the other bit which… actually, this has dragged on enough. Let’s just say for the weekend that was in it, it was super, man. Which is brutal, man. I am a tired ape. That was a lot of incoherent gibberish. Great story telling techniques used. Wrapped it all up magnificently well. If you made it this far, songs are needed…

Hope Child – Free Energy

Shelter (Them Jeans Drum Edit) – The xx

Modern Drift – Efterklang

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Enough Talk, More Music!!!

February 7, 2010 · Leave a Comment

Hibernation is over. Feel like a born again bear. Pretty funking good weekend so far. One day to go. Just about to start a longer blogaruu. Had a quick bowl of hungover porridge first. Mighty bowl. Reminded me. All about the bowls today. Super on. Day for boozing. C’mon whoever it is that’s playing! 2-1 all the way. Anyways, enough talk, more music! Keep reading →

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Oh! Or. Gee?

February 5, 2010 · Leave a Comment

To be true, as of late, things, have been, quiet. Event wise. On the blog. A lot of rambling. Buckets of sludge. Dished out from my marsh. Struggles. Wading. Writing. Blog wise. Quiet. Life wise. Quite. Literally. Quiet. Having moved into my new apartment over the weekend, I was greeted by something strange. A chasm of silence. I mean the quietest place I’ve lived in in ages. Deafening. Silence in the building. Screaming out at me. Silent shouts. No longer talking to myself. Instead whispering. Having to go outside to listen for traffic or the likes. Anything. Even the street was silent. Feeling I had to whisper while on the phone. Seriously. Ridiculously. Quiet. Keep reading →

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Gazing With Boars

February 2, 2010 · Leave a Comment

Without really realising it, it went from being Friday, to being Tuesday. You could say the past few days have been a bit of a daze. You could. But not really true. More that I’ve just been in a daze. For the past few days. I know why too. But I’ll get back to that. Friday night. Decided. Needed to go get drunk. My brain was milling and mulling over the most minutiae of details, for a draft re-write of sorts. Needed a break. Went to a new club opened in WeHo. Hot place. Supposedly. Haute. Keep reading →

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Enough Talk, More Music!!!

January 31, 2010 · Leave a Comment

Currently. Sitting on a wooden step. Top of my stairs. Trying in vain to watch the tie breaker between Federer and Murray. Keep losing the wireless signal. My house is a skeletor. Bare. Empty. Nada. Moving apartments this weekend. I move tomorrow. Travel light. Two suitcases. A desk. My roommate has everything else. Moved to her new abode today. Coming back tomorrow for the bed. Also kindly left me a fork and a bowl. All one needs. Although the lack of a seat is more annoying than I imagined. And my neighbour’s wireless won’t reach as far as my bed. Gone are the days of borrowing milk and sugar. I think he may have turned it off on me. Just disappeared. Wuu. Anyways, enough talk, more music! Keep reading →

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Simple… Steak. Or. Salmon?

January 29, 2010 · 2 Comments

One recent day, I realised something of insignificant importance. As in very little. Especially when you go day to day. If I was to go year to year, however, it might be something. Either way, I suppose, nonetheless, a thing of some note. Roughly, it’s been about one year since I set off on my dumb mission to L.A. Dumb, seeing as I had no clue what mission exactly. (Maybe should be using ‘have’ instead of ‘had’. Ha. D. Ve).

Might not be the best time to write this, as my brain is weary. Although, I do need to wake it up, so maybe the perfect time to try and kick it up a gear. Crystal clear arguments from both sides. Well done. Anyways, I was trying to compare today, with what I was like a year ago. Let’s see the vast progress. Immense strides I have made! No longer clueless! Might do a list. Which would just blow my mind with delight! Eh, actually, I’ll hold off with that one. I may have chosen the wrong day to compare, to be true.   Keep reading →

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