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Night Star
Hello Night Star, and indeed greetings to all shedizens!
As you may recall, I had a late, and somewhat drunken evening on Tuesday. So drunken were my exploits that a certain percentage of the night (the
portion between preparing to leave the bar, and arriving home, aside from a ten minute stroll through a graveyard!) was lost in some kind of alcoholic
amnesia.
As you may also be aware, Wednesday is my driving lesson day. The Rumover was intense upon waking, and abated slowly as the morning progressed.
Nonetheless, I was feeling in fine spirits (I kill myself, I really do. Punnerific!) by the time my instructor arrived. We drove about as normal,
shooting the breeze between my instructors measured and sage advice. Three quarters of the way through the lesson, I asked my instructor "So... Are
we headed to pick up my cousin for her lesson?", knowing as I do that she takes the slot after me on a Wednesday. I literally saw the cogs turning in
my instructors noggin, and the terrible penny make its crashing descent. He had double booked her slot, completely forgetting her lesson.
He bade me pull over, and placed a call to my cousin. Discovering that she was ten minutes out from the pick up point, he said to me "Are you
confident that you can drive there while I make a call?". To this I responded in the positive. He then said, can you do it quickly? At this I
grinned, and moved off. There are some lovely winding backroads on the route, not to mention some small roundabouts, so while my instructor made his
call, I had great fun navigating the route at the maximum speed allowed on the roads involved!
Despite having been about ten miles away when we started our journey, I still managed to get us there JUST as my cousins lift was pulling in!
Badassery all the way!
I then returned to work, since my midweek day off is cancelled while the legal issues we have been experiencing are a factor. When the working day
ended, I elected to go back to town, to see if any of my people were free and bored. They were all being boring, and were either busy, asleep, or
otherwise engaged. So, I found myself at an end of extreme looseness. I decided to go back to the pub which I had been patronising at the time of my
booze fuelled neurological failure, to make sure that I had behaved myself in a manner commensurate with my preference for gentlemanly conduct, and
that I had not broken anything on my way out.
I was informed by the staff that indeed, I had managed to leave the place without causing any criminal damage, bodily harm, or offence! That done, I
left the bar, and thought about buggering off home. As I went toward the bus stop, I bumped into two people that I knew by way of my having patronised
several open mic nights, and having seen them perform. These fellows had guitars and a small portable amplifier with them... We ended up on the cliff
tops, them playing, me clapping and rolling the odd cigarette. Drawn by the music, ANOTHER acquaintance of mine appeared, and informed us that there
was a drum circle meeting a few hundred yards along the cliff tops, so we all bundled over there!
The place they had chosen to play floor drums was perfect, a semicircular lookout point of Victorian era construction which overlooks the Thames, and
the wonderful landscaped area immediately beneath the sheltered lookout point. Being in the space while many drums were played, was a sensation which
moved more than just the ear drums. You could feel every beat of every drum, and every surface from the benches, to the floor and walls, and the empty
window frames, had its own resonant response to the sound.
So... All in all, yesterday was MENTAL!
How are all of you?