Oh No! Gallumphing with too much gusto and enthusiasm!… again… this the first thought that assails me, as creak of bone, leaden of limb i awake in the unlikely, actually lacklustre, light of early morning
the usual high dudgeon of self disregard ‘nobody will ever love me… why do i always neglect to put the recycling out?’
of course the gallumphing was fun, 5 Rhythms this time, tho last week it was a flung about ceilidh, my pardner, a reluctant stranger, wild eyed aghast as i whole heartedly roared in her face… what they do in scotland! alledgedly
anyway in the crescendo of chaos last night, rolling around on the floor of the church, our group of four, an unruly puddle of limbs, each cheerfully pummeling the others, with palm, softened elbows and be-twiddled toes… a frenzy of hilarity
after the dance whilst hugging 2 people each told me i smelt of bonfire ‘euchh! you pong like a bbq flavoured quaver’… i paraphrase
which would of course have been the fire up at the community garden t’other night, away on the cliffs in the gloaming… a gang from thighs of steel were camping there, raising money for refugees in greece by cycling there, heroes!
they were awaiting the ferry in the morning, reminded me so much of our epic cycle ride staying in communities along the way.. an urge to give up on responsibilities… join the gypsy cavalcade!
blooming long way tho, the promise of showers… my library books are overdue… and err a cheese shortage in france! this time its not to be, excuse ever close to elbow
… and what might this motley assembalage of words be about? dunno… wild fervid, florid and gratuitous as the month of may itself… cheerful nonsense… mostly me wishing i had mastered restraint, equanimity, poise… life purpose… no o-levels in dat
oh, forgot to say sarah played primal screams ‘come together’, such a euphoric tune! always flung catapaults me back to prague may 92, ambling out of the squat, away to mama club for the evening
all squeezed together with endless screamadelica, down in the basement of some art nouveau palace… happy happy bliss bliss… then to tumble out in the early morning light… roam the bravua extravaganza of the city … to be young, creatures of love and eternal gumption
… nostalgia, brushing aside all memory of glum and hungover… i shall listen to the song again now… astonishing if you’ve bothered to read this far… arms waft aloft, altogether now, ‘cooome, come together as one’! love you all! well for the next 10 minutes 27 secs anyway… x
Megan: I spent last Saturday with Riikka wandering around Prague…
aww that sounds absolutely beautiful, sure it was immensely wonderful, saw she was there, wish i had been too… tho i’d have drunk too much and grumpily fallen asleep in a tree in a park… ha… some things never change … kiss that statue of a forlorn soppy lion on karlovy most for me xx Steve too… no, i don’t mean kiss him… aww whatever, pusa xx
laura: I love your writings! You have a gift 
thanks love, ain’t no slouch yerself, hope all is wild and woolly out on the western fringes xx