I will try and explain the ones that do.
Scratch my Afflicted
Fake wall
I don’t think the above have anything to do with each
other. My handwriting is a little like a
doctors so I can’t be totally sure that the last one is what I wrote.
The middle one I think is a note I wrote for my radio show,
Matt used to play me songs he liked and I would tell him why they were no good.
It was a great show until we ran out of music. I don’t know which band I thought
was an English Weezer rip off. I’m open to suggestions if anyone thinks they know.
It might even have been one of the bands I played to Matt.
2. My Grandfather died at
Auswitz, he was shooting at prisoners in the compound when his foot slipped and
he fell from the guard tower.
This was a plot idea that came from a terrible joke that someone
told me someone else had told. They told me the joke as an example of what a
terrible guy the person that told it was. The person in question was doing a
degree in Holocaust studies and apparently told this joke at Auswitz. It’s a classic piece of misdirection but the
subject matter makes it too tricky to actually use I think.
3. True Crimes-
Portugeuse
I have no idea. Maybe it’s a band?
Haven’t seen it. Don’t know when or why I wrote it down.
5. Ring around the bath
(RS)
Again… no clue what I was thinking. Perhaps it was a
metaphore for what is left of people after they die. A little like Philip Roth’s
Human Stain. We splash and splash around
in the water… when it’s over all that is left is the ring around tha bath, the
sloughed cells and accumulated dirty we were only too keen to get rid off. I don’t know what the RS is about.
Plot idea? Title in a video store I thought looked funny? Something
to do with their venomous teeth? Who knows now. it’s all a ring around the
bath.
7. No AUTOWATCH- 16 year olds
Autowatch was underlined like three times. No idea why. Wait
I remember now… is a miss spelling of Autumn watch. This was information for a
tour I was giving at work. Autowatch is a misspelling of Autumn Watch. This is
me reminding myself that I am not allowed to go there. The tour was for a group
of 16 year olds.
First one Um? Your guess is as good as mine. second one looks like a piss take of the Scottish Widows slogan.
9.Blue Peter
Teasing kids with sports they can’t afford.
Teasing kids with sports they can’t afford.
When I was a kid every time I watched Blue Peter it seemed
to be about a group of kids doing QuadBike Polo… or Scuba Water Polo… or some other complex variant of
Polo. a game that I could not afford to play in its most basic form... considering that Coolios skit about ‘paper-ball’
was much closer to my reality than the motorised super sports of the fortune 500, for me, watching Blue Peter was akin to a French peasant
reading about the life of Marie Antoinette before having his face ground into the mud by a group of Yardy gangsters.
It bothered me then. I guess it still bothered
me when I wrote this note. I'm am not totally sure I am over it now.
10. By then though...the last of the good
lives was lived.
Well I am assuming that I wasn’t in a particularly cheery
mood when I wrote this one. I had this idea that Virtue is dead. innocence is lost. We are so interconnected now that even a modern day St Francis of Assisi would be in some way culpable for the multitude of crimes against nature and humanity that would have supported his existence. Perhaps I was yearning for the sea like Herman Melville, Lusting after empty fields of Ice like Earnest Shackleton. looking for a reason to quote the names of a couple of people in the hope that it makes me look like I've read a bit.
11. People who see
themselves from the Outside
Was this important for some reason? Perhaps I was missing
the word accurately... people who can accurately see themselves from the outside.
There is a
story that comes to mind about the crazy person on the bus. Within seconds everyone on the bus
can tell that they are crazy… could
provide a list of things they are doing that appear out of the ordinary…
perhaps they will give these details later to a police officer… It is a List that would take the person themselves years
to identify and perhaps even longer to correct. They say that Hindsight is 20/20 I think what I am sugesing here is that Insight is maybe 20/200...
(just as a brief point of explanation, 20/20 vision means you can see accurately from 20 feet what a normal person can see from 20 feet, if you have 20/10 vision your eyes are twice as good as you can see from twenty feet what normal people can only see from 10 feet away... Owls and Hawks for example have vision that is 20/02... which is pretty impressive... unless you're massively long sighted.
If you are 20/200... you are considered Legally Blind.)
12.Gold doesn’t fade away
like love does.Gold doesn’t bring a tear.
Ridden over by the EMO horse?
Ridden over by the EMO horse?
Unrelated notes on separate pages… but I think they work
well together.
13. Meets in super market
On line?
Like a stuffed animal
In a waiting room
Brothers and Sisters,
Fathers day! Is it?
---
Life in the Now
Nothing to look
forward too
Can’t get into it
Things we try
---
Rain-man Style
progression
What do you like?
I like it when you get
the Joke
It’s about time they
Switched me off
This whole section looks like I am trying to plan something out, like I have an idea for something I am going to write but my “notes” totally fail to actually make sence. Maybe I was writing down my dreams or something? But I doubt it. I guess I just felt like throwing my future-self a curveball.
This whole section looks like I am trying to plan something out, like I have an idea for something I am going to write but my “notes” totally fail to actually make sence. Maybe I was writing down my dreams or something? But I doubt it. I guess I just felt like throwing my future-self a curveball.
There are more notes..
Many of them telephone numbers and contact details for
people who do weird and wonderful things. A man who paints lampposts gold… a
girl who sells fonts to people with writers block… there are many names with
email address and numbers that have no notes about who they are. Like furniture
in a hoarder’s basement they are lost to
the world. Or at least lost to me.
Goodnight all.
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