- A record player will not get mouldy if you leave it on your table for a week, it will still be a great record player.
- A record player can play music and great music if you have good taste but you can’t listen to a sandwich.
- A record player can breadth life into a dull party.
- A sandwich can get squashed in your pocket.
- It can be difficult to finish a list of meaningless shit talk.
- A sandwich can only be used once and once you have fully used a sandwich, that’s it. However a record player can be used over and over again.
To be fair, I am sitting pretty, with a sandwich and a record player so i have no real complaints. I have got Nina Simone ain’t got no/got life on on my record player and chicken, red peppers and pesto mayonnaise on my sandwich, in an ideal afternoon. And as Nina says “I got my hair, I got my head, I got my brains, I got my ears, I got my eyes, I got my nose, I got my mouth, I got my smile, I got my tongue, I got my chin, I got my neck, I got my tits, I got my heart, I got my soul, I got my back, I got my sex, I got my arms, I got my hands, I got my fingers, got my legs, I got my feet, I got my toes, I got my liver, got my blood, Got life , I got my life. I got my sandwich got my record player- I got life. And a dam good one at that!
sarah is returning home from peru, im dead excited - i havent been this excited since i opened up my christmas present only to discover that i had got a really awesome long board. i cant wait to hear all the stories and see the cool photos of mattew peekachew! im soooo proud!!!!!!
.... I thought to my self, are all people as naturally selfish and naturally compassionate as I am? what a complete paradox of hypocritical oddities the human being is! i felt burned out and slightly light headed after producing an extremely clever observation of the social consciousness and wavering morality of the mind. i needed a rest. i paused in my stride and caught my breadth. hand on hips i looked towards the sky, the sun now past its prime had begun its decent towards the edge of the planet.
the day i fell off the earth. saturday was warm. i was walking along the back lanes and the breeze coming up from the beach, which was three or four hundred yards off to my right but with the rough waves sounded much closer, was a refreshing release from the dead heat that had earlier made the walk through the housing estate so uncomfortable. it was horrible. warm air filling my lungsno venting just sweat on top of sticky sweat. but it felt much better being out on the empty dirt trackthat ran adjacent to the shore. i had walked theses laneways and old tracks hundreds of times before, infactthere was very little by way of navigation in this village that i was not firmly sure stepping because i was the milk man all through my teenage years. however this afternoon something seemed different, there was no one on the entire lane for a start and this in itself was quite unusual for such a sunny afternoon,the sea breeze was quite strong and yet none of the trees and bushes that lined either side of the road wheremoving. they were perfectly still. everything was still and so quiet. i continued my walk but quickened mypace, egger to get back to a position on the road where i could see my house. as i rounded the bend wherethe view opened up and my house could be spotted the weirdest thing happened.....
sarah has raised
€4880 for concern and is on her way to Peru next monday
i am the most proud boyfriend in ireland!