10.12.05

Bein' a One with de Spastic Nation.

For two years or so I lived in a wicked community in Holland, in a village on the coast. It was a new integrated project in a large loonybin, established back in the day by monks. A large area of flats and houses was designed thus: Large house of group of spazmos, normal cunts. Large house of group of right spazmos, total cunts. And so on. My girlfriend worked as a carer there, and so was privileged with a particularly cool joint for fuck-all. Living there was fucking great. Being surrounded by complete loopers, the friendliest cunts on Earth, was wonderful. Ruud, about 60, would preamble around all day, occasionally expressing his delight with a rising "Whooh!" and would hug you the first time you saw him everyday. Lisa would prolapse about once a week, always good for a laugh. David was always hanging about trying to stop bellowing obscenities while grabbing his crotch, and one of the normal cunts living down the road was a raging queen who was always getting beaten up in the pub with every cunt on E.

The village itself, not 40 seconds walk away, was a model traditional Dutch affair. The juxtaposition of the two 'worlds' was interesting. The spazmos would occasionally cause mad incidents, a disruption in the 'normal' and 'spaz' realities, a wormhole. My point is this: the Dutch are mental, and the line between sanity and spastication is gossamer thin.

I have a chronic disc problem with my back, and it has decided to attack. Must lie down. Laters.

"Oh Jesus no don't let this happen again". Me, to my back.

8 Comments:

At 9:48 pm, Blogger Philip said...

Serves you right for trying to play records with your coccyx.

dgdibw - a weapon used by tribesmen in New Guinea.

 
At 1:41 am, Blogger the anti-barney said...

My cure for a bad back;Rub Black Bush all over it,on the inside.

 
At 1:35 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love hanging out with the dribblies... I used to work in an arts centre where there was a regular crowd of them, each with their own little quirk. I'd rather sit with them all day knowing that we're talking absolute bollocks than hang out with 'normal' folk who think they've got something important to say.

 
At 7:20 pm, Blogger Dr Maroon said...

A "bad back" is the phoniest ailment you can get.

V word is dzocfkp: Czech dumplings served with pork stew.

 
At 5:25 am, Blogger fatmammycat said...

Still in pain I take it?

 
At 2:46 am, Anonymous Anonymous said...

strch prst skirz krk

 
At 8:23 am, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Take care of that back of yours Brewski, or i'll come over there and throw you off the third story onto your noggin.

 
At 5:39 pm, Blogger Dr Maroon said...

Write something you lazy cunt.

 

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