Same, Same But Different……

January 9, 2006

Aha moon biscuits – 2006 I believe – I’ve missed you fine folk – have muchos catching up to do – where have I been? I’ve been to Thailand you monkeys – and was busy with such things as falling off scooters, swinging in hammocks, going 0 to spastic in 45 seconds drinking super dooper samsong whisky and crawling around rock formations for 3 hours after drinking a mushroom shake while 20’000 people danced in the new year on Hat Rin beach below.

“Too many psychedelic dreadlocked techno wookies down there” I thought “I’ll stay up here for a while and try and get my shit together – stare at those lights until they make sense to me – stop my right hand from doing this electric circular motion that it’s been obsessed with for the last half hour – I want the control of my hand back God damn it!” then I crawled around the rocks a bit more – I was in a bad or good way depending on your point of view – or your state of mind - normal me was trying to steady the ship in the background – a little voice in the back of my mind repeating “get your shit together, get your shit together, get your shit together…” over and over and over…… eventually the repetition became a song in the style of “it’s a small world after all” and normal me was defeated by the mushroom vigour….

That’s when the memory tape ran out and the head just gave up recording – “this shit makes no sense!” said the memory editor in the morning – “I can’t work with this!” – all the material uslesss – “forget it” instructed the booming voice of the brain – and it was gone – most of New year remained apart from those three hours from around 2am onwards – it all disappears into the lights after the singing started “get your shit together after all, get your shit together after all……..” reports indicate that we were all in a bad way – but perhaps I may have taken the golden moonbat award – needing to be led down from the rocks by hand and observed just running around in circles for far longer than running around in circles is advisable.

“That big English fuckers lost it” a Kiwi allegedly exclaimed.

More tomorrow – featuring the biggest bruise the world has ever seen and Scooter mayhem - Happy new year you monkeys – it’s a relief and a surprise to be home in some ways and sad in others - but certainly glad that I actually undertook such a ridiculous mission - always to be remembered - well most of it anyway.....

Spo | January 9, 2006