Inspiration. Right in the Head Hole.
“I bring to you giddy visions of the delicate and spectacular tendrils of narrative and prose that bind our universal consciousness!”
“What the..? Your claws are kind of hurting my scalp…”
“I bring to you giddy visions of the delicate and spectacular tendrils of narrative and prose that bind our universal consciousness!”
“What the..? Your claws are kind of hurting my scalp…”
Flash-forwards to 2054: I squint down the road. Is that a car? They’re getting rarer and rarer. Most people have upgraded to anti-grav ships or jet-packs, these days. Yes, it’s a car. I lift my thumb a bit higher…
“A man is arrested and taken to the police station. They tie him to a chair and blindfold him. Then the sargent gets a jug and begins to pour water into the man’s shoes…”
Tie me kangaroo down sport… Tie me kangaroo down… Tie me kangaroo down sport… Tie me kangaroo down…
I loved the idea that exploring the universe didn’t have to be the preserve of heroic characters like Flash Gordon and Luke Skywalker. Any ordinary schmuck could grab a bag and a towel, and thumb a ride to Alpha Centauri or The Restaurant at the End of the Universe…
1. Observe an interesting event. This is actually the most difficult part of the whole process… 2. Fumble for your phone and try to get a picture of what’s happening… Eventually, if you wander around the planet long enough something unexpected / colourful / naked will happen…
“I’m pretty amazed so many people still use donkeys here” I comment. Dione chuckles. “Some men in Cartagena have a special relationship with their donkeys” he says…
“This place is amazing Nev, thanks man” I tell him. “It’s been a couple of days since I had a hot shower, so I’m really gonna enjoy this.”
“Well I didn’t want to say nuthin’, but you do stink a bit” Nev quips, with a wink…
I Am Tall. Get Over It. I get so sick of people commenting on my height. It’s like: “really? I’m tall? No shit? I never noticed that before. Fuck! You are such an observant person!” I’m not sure why I’m so annoyed by it. I guess it’s partly repetition. If you hear anything often…
…We know, straight, this is not ordinary taxi. He has some loud music on the stereo, like, gangster rap, and he wear very special clothes, some american cap, gold chains, some things like this… ‘Where will you like to go?’ he asks us. We tell him the place. ‘OK’ he say. Get in… I met…
…’Madaram sudaram, madaram sudaram, mumbo jumbo, blaggedy bla!’ The bastard’s putting a curse on me! I give the guy his ticket, and say, ‘have a happy Confest’, and as he drives away he’s like: ‘hope you sleep well tonight mate! Sweet dreams buddy!’… Confest 2014. Thursday morning. I’m selling tickets on the front gate. Bloke…
…I got the urge to shave my head one day. When my flatmates got home, they burst out laughing. You look like a skinhead, they tell me. Then suddenly Leon snaps his fingers. I’ve got an idea he says… Asi is a chef. He is passionate about cooking and a great story teller. He chats…