Yep….like the elephants marching in the old Disney “Jungle Book” cartoon……
Sometimes there is very little you can do but feel despair.The radio’s on and I’ve finished painting the hall. What else would you do on a dreary May day like this than roll on some of that greyish paint to match the weather outside …what’s it called this year …”Elephant’s Breath” or some damn thing ….anyway the wife thinks it’s the very best thing for the hall this time around and apparently it’s the general consensus in the the style magazines and has the badge of approval in the minds of the mysterious arbiters of current popular taste and decoration throughout the land of Norneverland.
“Didn’t you see it in that photograph in the magazine the other day?”….”Nope”, I replied having paid only cursory attention to the arcane magic that rips through my wife’s fevered dreams concerning such things as decoration. She’s never far wrong , mind . Most of the time her taste is impeccable, except , I suppose at certain arcs of the moon.
Donald Trump, the American politician with the unfortunate surname, is actually running on the Republican ticket for Presidency of the Free World. Did I hear that right ? It’s just him versus Hilary Clinton on the Democrat ticket now and he could have access to the Nuke Button sometime soon if Hilary stumbles.
I’ve finished this stage of the painting process ; I’ll do the skirting boards tomorrow with some eggshell or gloss white and the wife’s having an hour’s lie-down because she’s working tonight. She’s retired but she likes to keep her hand in with the odd night -shift .She can only do the occasional night because she’d be taxed to the hilt otherwise and would end up working for free .How else would we afford tins of “Elephant’s Breath” paint at sixty quid a pop, eh? It would surely cut into the wine -budget. So I’m cooking up a meal for her return from Slumberland. I think I’ll do some lamb chops, spiced -up Creole -style and serve it up with cubed roasted spuds with roast garlic and oregano and roasted herby tomatoes in coriander and basil , long green beans and corn on the cob with lots of butter. It’s making me hungry already ….
I do despair sometimes though.The thought of of a grotesque caricature such as Trump becoming so powerful is an unsettling thought but i suppose I’ve lived through some very unsettling times already.There was President Bush, Ronnie Reagan and and who could forget Tricky Dicky Richard Nixon… and Spiro Agnew ….who could even make up a name like that? We lived through all of that and survived to tell the tale so even Trump would probably be reined -in if reached that exhalted seat of power..
To confound things further the deejay on the Norneverland local radio station stopped me in my tracks yesterday .I was only half-listening ,but I thought that him being a radio presenter he might just know a little about the music he was playing …. I heard him saying, in reference to Otis Redding’s version of the song “Satisfaction”. ….”Yes , it was very good …I believe he wrote that too!” Now , let’s face it …everyone with a functioning brain will understand that it is the Rolling Stones very signature toon he was talking about and legend has it that Keef Richards stumbled out of bed with that riff groggily hammering through his head.Legend has it that he consigned it to a scratchy little tape -cassette and promptly fell back into a narcotic sleep .The rest …(as they say)…is history. Keef imagined the song with Stax horns parping out that riff and Otis did eventually record his own version that way , but any deejay worth his oats should be abreast of a little detail like that , surely.
You see , I do despair sometimes that a lot of people don’t pay attention to the quaint little details and ephemera of life and reality and that’s exactly how history gets re-written. It’s happening around us as I write.Did someone just say that Gerry Adams was a founder member of the Civil Rights Movement ? … Did I hear that too? I don’t believe I remember that either but maybe someone can refresh my memory.
In the meantime ….Trump, trump , trump , trump, “I can’t get not satisfaction …but I try and I try and I try and I try ….I can’t get no satisf…..”
Never mind that double-negative in there either, any of you pedants out there …that ‘s done for effect…