Rain Rain, Please Stop Getting My Washing Wet.

Blewog managed to complete the trio of great writers with greater moustaches. See his comment.

That saw an end to that.

In other news: spring is here and my washing is getting wet by an unexpected downpour.

I finally finished reading Raymond Carver’s collected short stories Where I’m Calling From. It only took 5 months. It is long. But good. Well, I think it’s the best actually. So it was worth it.

I’ve spent time doing what every good/bad unpublished writer does and scoured the Writers & Artists Yearbook for all its advice. Watch this space.

A Large McPinter and Chips, Please

It’s been a little while since I wrote up a meeting of the Pinter Posse. The truth is that there haven’t really been any official meetings; which, I think, is a shame. I kind of feel like there isn’t much committment from the other members.

Nonetheless, Valentines Day came around, and it was lovely to spend a very non/un/dis-valentines day breakfast with Blewog and Mr Meiring.

Mr Meiring has been mentioned before somewhere unfortunately, due to a legal reason, I’m not allowed to show his picture here. Instead, I gave my friend, who is an artiste, a description. This is the representation he drew:

Quite clever eh.

Anyway, it was nice, we had a McDonald’s breakfast, which is always a joy. Whatever people say.

But back to Pinter Pinter. I found this quote – so I thought I would give you all a taste:

“Shirts like these don’t go far in the winter-time. I mean that’s one thing I know for a fact. No, what I need, is a kind of shirt with stripes, a good solid shirt, with stripes going down.”

Mhmm.

The Sean, Blewog and Me Show

Oh. There was shear banter. I mean, it was off the wall.

It’s interesting though, because when you sit down with a group of friends you end up telling each other stories of what you used to get up to, the things you have been through together, or what you would like to do. I don’t think it would necessarily make for good reading though.

Maybe that’s where the reality TV show got it’s idea from. Essentially that’s all a reality show does – create a story out of real people in a particular situation.

Is that good TV?

Hmm.

If there was a reality TV show with Sean, Blewog and Me I think it would get a gazillionmillion voyeuristicers. We wouldn’t live in a house, but in the Ship and Castle – which is the pub we went to – not to drink the days away but because there is a painting of a ship on the wall and she is called ‘Sean’.

It looked a little bit like this:

Just add some artistic imagination.

Banter with Boys Boys Boys

I’m about to go out for a drink with Blewog and Sean. You don’t know what Sean looks like, but I do, so I suppose that’s the main thing. If he had a blog then I would link it.

Anyway, I digress.

My point is that I think there is going to be lots of banter with the boys boys boys.

The Fair

The fair came to town this week. And a group of us spent a few hours getting immeasurable dizzy (some sick) on a variety of rides. My favourite was a ride that swung like a pendulum while spinning. My mate Ali screamed all the way through, much to his embarassament and the Girls Hockey Team’s ammusement.

For those of you who don’t know Ali, here’s a picture of him the time he said he could swallow a teaspoon of cinnamon and Rhodri said he couldn’t.

Remember Rhodri?

If I had children I wouldn’t let them near him either.

Anyway that picture of Ali swallowing that cinnamon makes you sick doesn’t it. Well it made him sick too. And then he passed out and we rolled him in a blanket like this.

Now that’s a bit more harmonious.

Edinbrrr

I spent last weekend at an Arts Conference in Edinburgh. It was run by an organisation called Interface, which is affiliated with UCCF.

Six of us went. Dan Meiring hired a mean Mystery Machine for the weekend and we drove up over night on Friday. It was hectic. I didn’t sleep; which wouldn’t normally cause a problem but the next day there were discussions on ‘Theo-comedy’. I made a point in a large discussion with one of the speakers only to be ignored for an obviously more apt comment from my friend Rhodri. No hard feelings were felt; we joked about it after. Nonetheless I must admit that I did feel a little out my depth at some points.

It was very cold in Edinbrrr. But not quite as cold as this:

Ifan came up from Cardiff which was cool. It’s good to catch up with friends.

Rhodri spent most of the weekend asking strangers on the street if they were Andy Murray or Ally McCoist and trying to get their autographs.

We also saw a fight on the street in Leith at half ten in the morning. Only in Scotland.

Then the youth hostel we had booked into for Saturday night cancelled on us so we had to sleep in the car. We passed round a bottle of whiskey and drank it with a little water while throwing Crispy M&M’s at each other (no-one actually likes Crispy M&M’s, they always seem like a good idea in the shop – shiny blue packet – but I think they are just M&M’s for people with nut allergies).

So we drove back Sunday night. It was a fun weekend. Helpful in many ways and not helpful in some other ways. But most of all the company was *clears throat* very agreeable.

P.s I was going to include a picture of the ‘Mystery Machine’ but due to unforeseen circumstances surrounding Hanna Barbera vs. Scooby Doo and the aftermath of the Velma-Dinkleygate saga last year I decided it would be wise not too.