A Gap

[smokingboot]

Good things, bad things: Good things, seeing the Hu Band in Camden. Bad things: stress about the house, everything to do with British politics. 50:50 encourages us to stand for parliament. First you must find a party whose principals you can more or less agree with, it advises. Well, there's the rub. I no longer think I couldn't stand - in a world full of these jerks, feeling inadequate is an indulgence - the question is really would I want to? What good could I possibly do? It would have to be Green I guess... While I felt for Rory Stewart in the Tory leadership debates, not one of the candidates prioritised Climate Change. It's always sidelined in favour of looking after our sick, our young, our old, the most routinely invoked and then ignored promises. At least they've all stopped banging on about immigration.


So back to the music then. Last night, I was round at a friend's house, enjoying a little RockIntoxication, when a surprisingly animaly man appeared. He was from Brazil, his face a bit like Mo Salah's but with smaller features, his bod in good nick. My host began to flirt with him to little avail because I was suddenly the one. As with the Bi-Sexual Buddhist Policeman it seems to be that I have become a big black beard magnet, the bigger and blacker the beard, the more pronounced the gent's interest. This guy's beard was very big and black,which clearly explains why he reached over for my neck, stroked it and did a strange cupping my face/chucking me under the chin combination. In extremely broken English he explained that by looking at my face, he had determined the shape of my vulva, and it looked like...He tried to gesture... I couldn't understand anything least of all how the hell I ended up in this conversation. He then went on to suggest that I was an Anal Sex Virgin (true, it's never appealed to me) and how he would like to do something about that. I waved my wedding ring at him, and decided to clear off, as my host had hopes of his own, and apart from extreme surprise I had nothing to offer the proceedings. I stood up, and he bounced up in front of me, like a man who is coming in for a kiss. I quickly backed out of the apartment before the guy could embarrass either of us, only to find myself wandering Woolwich in the very early hours, no taxi, no buses, lots of rain, and a few unpleasant guys calling out to me like wannabe punters. 'You want a taxi?' One grinned, 'I've got a car...'

So I went back. I don't have uber on my phone right now, got my mate to phone for a taxi. Mr Animal had disappeared into another room the moment I had disappeared, while my mate was trying to arouse him, in hopes of a memorable morning, by providing lots of porn. 'He likes watching women pee.' he explained. I dashed off before Mr Animal returned. The taxi got me here before dawn, the birds were riotous, the cats clamourous and there was very little sleep to be had.

Now the cleaner will soon be here, and I am, not hung over, but very bleary. Naturally the cats have gone back to sleep while I am too awake to copy them, and too groggy to do anything useful. Big picture, the world is weird. Tiny detail, the world is weird.