In Yer Face

Playing on repeat in my ears, courtesy of Spotify, is 808 State: In Yer Face. Breakfast this morning at The Best After Party Ever was a half serving of LSD. I am Loosely in the Sky with Diamonds & pearls. A massive bad-assed pearl surrounded by many tiny diamonds swings from a chain around my neck.

Do you know any armed robbers? Molly, my brand new Partner In Crime was wondering, in absolute awe of my precious pretty pearl.

Yep. My curt reply.

My neighbour Gary. I added ever so indiscreetly.

Gary who? From where? Asked Molly, agog.

Gary.

Salvation Army.

Safe as a house.

The neighbours were calling the abode of our hosts, Sue & Nathan.

My cock-a-fuck-a-doodle-doo shrieks were rousing the neighbours & they were ringing to complain about the fucking NOISE emanating from the gaf.

RIDE! RIDE! RIDE! I shrieked ever so loudly before shutting the fuck up like a silenced alarm.

Even I was alarmed. Funny face.

After all, I was Loosely in the sunny Skies with Diamonds! Breakfast of Champions!!

My mate Mark was disturbed at the prospect that my hysterical shrieking might be beyond my best control. I was not fit to be tied, I know just when to shut up. Gotta first utter the last syllable though, before I shut myself the fuck up with one deep inhalation.

Engish Mark, one of my favourite Partners In Crime of the 00’s. 2000-2005 exactly, in the house.

Innit.

The anniversary of my first committal to a psychiatric institution in 2008 falls on Mark’s birthday, May 23rd. Also my big brother’s birthday…how my incarnation must have been celebrated way back when.

Fancy that.

So glaaad to be refriended by our end of evening encounter @ 808 State, old school reunion of geriatric extreme…ha ha, old ravers like myself are the young’uns on such an occasion. Trippiest trip into Saturday night I have ever had.

Loosely in the Sky like Diamonds!

Got another half serving of finest aciiid stashed safely in my purse. Breakfast on Monday perhaps? While the world groans with work. Ha!

Best of all, somebody somewhere dropped me a line at last on Messenger. Made my day even more made. First time I’ve heard from him all year, ecstatic face! In Yer Face!

Then there’s Liam Garry. Check him out on Spotify. He’s a one man band, pretty much, apart from his drummer. Liam doesn’t drum, he says, all the while drumming away beautifully with his hands on his tattooed thighs. His body is one big beautiful tattoo. A work of body art spanning 3 decades of careful crafting.

Melted his brain down to boiling point this morning as we were plastered cozily together on the couch. Head in his hands, all Liam could do was groan. Ha. He was headfirst down the K Hole with a one gram serving of the finest magic mushrooms to wash down with a choice of whiskey, whoooosh, the mushies procured & provided by Molly The Man.

Molly is like an interactive Encyclopaedia Britannica of all that is music. Going right back to 1964 with his old school!

One doesn’t always find these obscure old school shizzles on Spotify but if it was recorded, it’s on YouTube. We were rockin’ & RA in’ down the Point Village, in Sue & Nathan’s perfect pad, till long after the spring sun was high in the sky. Loosely tied in the Sky with Diamonds.