More Reflections on a Library Life

I’ve been morphing today.

I began work as the mad hatter, with my nice velvet jacket on, a pink dress shirt (which was white, but which got dyed by a rouge red sock in the wash), my outlandishly awful waistcoat, a bowtie, and a felt top-hat. Unfortunately I couldn’t find my ace black felt top-hat (which I think is still at Ed’s after a hat party), so I had to make do with a silly union jack top-hat, which I got during Euro 2004 when Libby and I worked in a pub. I’ve stuck a piece of paper on it that says 10/6 though, which seems to qualify it and me for mad hatter status.

Mid afternoon I morphed into some strange Knight in Dirty Escort vibe, when one of our staff on the mobile fell ill, and had to be replaced my another member of staff. I duly transported all people where they needed to be.

Then I morphed into a happy nerd when I bought Doctor Who magazine at dinner.

Then I morphed into a Book Doctor (Who). However, clearly everybody’s books are perfectly well, and as a result no-one wanted to talk to me. I’d even borrowed Libby’s stethoscope to make the effect as realistic as possible, but to no avail.

Then I morphed into a nasty tosser who keeps evil little kids from running riot – my secret? Don’t ever smile, and look them straight in the eye unless they’re trying to engage you in bollocks conversation, in which case look bored.

And I got called a ‘lanky prick’ today. Variety is the spice of life I suppose.

Petros Petros Pisco

Pacifiers for Dummies

... no real post here - just thought the title was too good to waste.

Actually, there is a post in this. Deciding on a name for the minialbum/demo/EP thing is really sodding hard y'know. Whatever one of us thinks of, the other two will wrinkle their noses, suck air in over their teeth like a plumber viewing a potentially expensive leak, and use the word 'veto' as gently as possible. We've tried everything - last time for 'Where The Days Went' a lyric from 'Chanson' screamed to be used, but nothing on this one works as a stand-alone title (apart, I think, from 'Occlusions and Depressions', but that veto word got bandied about). We've tried clever titles stemming from Marxist theory (Ed's idea), sentences describing drinking sessions with notorious psychics and frauds (Andy), everything, but nothing so far has stuck... though Ed's idea from the last time - "Strip Him Of Identification, and Dump Him In A Ditch" - still resonates with me. I've got a thing about ditches... and unofficially I think this recording will forever be associated with the lines 'Armageddon Those Good Vibrations - Cyberman And The Living Is Easy'... genius in a tin.

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