I've been ejected from the golf course management degree (even though I never hit a golf ball). It wasn't only the constant fear of being hit by a ball, it was all the fertilizer I inhaled from the greens. I'm now studying 'Pataphysics, the science of the particular, the science of 'laws governing exceptions'. I've swapped golf holes (green holes) for Black holes.
Wednesday, 4 July 2012
A Funny Kind Of Foreplay
Seven hours, all night, keeping the
hand-dryer turned on: a funny kind of foreplay. When I dozed off, it turned
off. I’d wake up freezing, go into an auto-Hitler saluting routine. Tried to dream, dream I was
back at school (in class, instead of next to piss), hand above my head (triggering the blow into my bed). I had a wind-arm wind farm.
Wouldn’t have got any sleep at all if it
weren’t for a beer mat. Used it to jam the button of the hand dryer on. It stayed turned-on until first light. What a night!