VC's mumbles

On no... now they wont understand what it means...!!!

Why is it that our mobile phones do not have retractable aerials anymore...?

Anyway...
Glad to see that the red arrows are flying in formation again. Certainly makes my job a lot easier.




Come tomorrow, the dream might go away. Guilt and sorrow, of snobbery and decay.
Champagne and caviar.
Coke and Doritos.
Snobbery and Decay.


Yes.


The winter was fierce, snow drifts buried the cities... thank god for jetpacks. 8)


Digital watches that go "beep beep" every hour.

I prefer a dial with a second hand that ticks away each second and confines it to history.





Ghosts in the subway.

A blurred image drifts out from a shadow and on to a waiting train.
As the doors swish shut, she glides through the carriage like an icy blast, her cloak sweeping silently behind.
Did she see him, does he know?
All that matters is the snow.




Maybe you work harder when your close to people.
Maybe you take it all for granted when it becomes too easy.
Maybe you dont see the fall coming until its too late.
Maybe I dont care now anyway.
Maybe...





There is no end, to this.
I have seen, your face.
But I dont recognise... all these things you must have left behind.
Its a problem, you know. Thats been there all your life.
Try to make you see the world without you... would just turn black and white.




What ever happened to the Prince Charles scandal story...? How come we never found out what the servant is supposed to have seen...?




I want you to know I know.
I want to know just how much you hate me, so that I can predict what you will do.
I want to taste my own kind.
I want to watch you lose.
And I want.
I want to know exactly what it will take.
I want soft drugs.
I want you to watch when I go down in flames.
I want to reach my hand down in to the dark and feel what reaches back.
I want to remember when my nightmares were clear.
I want to leave you out in the cold.
I want it to be different.
I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit.
I want to stop destroying you but I cant.




Beautiful Strange.





I'm sorry about the confusion just now but we had Princess Michael up here on the flight deck and I'm afraid I was rather showing off.
Anyway, Mea Culpa.
We're all tickety boo and ready for take off.


Got the chalk...?



Those are the headlines... happy now...?




Los Angeles, Down Pico... right on 5th. Then North on La Brea until I get to Los Feliz... East on Los Feliz until I get to Vermont. Turn left and follow the signs for Griffith Park. Once at the top I get out and turn around to survey the city below me. You need a cigarette for this.




I'm slightly scared to do judo at the moment because of how easy it is to break people's necks in American films.

I know it will pass and I'll be able to get on with my judo as normal in a little while.
It's just that in the last three films I've seen, a government hero creeps up behind baddies and twists their head a few degrees and they slump to the floor –instantly dead.

I'm petrified I'll kill someone, and it's all the fault of these films.
I should change my viewing habits and get the DVD of that film about the queen with Helen Mirren in.

Actually, I won't do that because it looks like a completely pointless waste of everyone's time.


It is Saturday and present time
is exactly the same as agreed
upon, despite the hangovers of
world wars and blood on hands.
The atrocity players, children in
jumpy games, wait for chances
to rejoin winning death squads.

The empire groups find their old
jobs, old methods of defeating
life: Salvation by waiting neuters
action; material source of souls;
promise of universal body health;
not one word about responsibility
for the stars, atoms, fellow life.

We are going to crush your
knowledge of our brutality by
dismembering you slowly. How
dare you show life in our presence?
We own your mind. Giving you self
determination was a mistake. We
are here to correct god's mistakes.
The universe belongs to the fittest,
not to the most loving. Love is a
weakness: we are the strong ones.

The living continue to be immortal,
the strong-armed twist us by our
loyalty. We march to the Phoenix
Ovens in great love willing to die
for our friends whose roots deep
in mountains hold the world ready
in time.


I was asked a question by a friend of mine today... "Which celebrity would you most like to push down a well?"

I explained that that's not the kind of question I like to answer. Pushing people down a well has implications. People could get hurt, or worse still... killed.

She said, "it's not an abandoned well and they've got a good chance of surviving". That doesn't make the question any less immoral though.

She put so much pressure on me to answer, it was unbelievable. What a horrible question.


Michael Barrymore.





Solitude stands by the window
She turns her head as I walk in the room
I can see by her eyes she's been waiting
Standing in the slant of the late afternoon

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

Solitude stands in the doorway
And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we've met

And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
And she says "I've come to lighten this dark heart"
And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
And I say "I've never thought of finding you here"

I turn to the crowd as they're watching
They're sitting all together in the dark in the warm
I wanted to be in there among them
I see how their eyes are gathered into one

And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
And she says"l've come to lighten this dark heart"
And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
And I say "I've never thought of finding you here"

Solitude stands in the doorway
And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we've met

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame


You can be Bogart and I will be, Bacall


In the Corner Shop across the road and pretty much every shop in the land, it's guaranteed that you won’t get both mulligatawny and minestrone soup in stock at the same time.

Sometimes I'll even have to settle for oxtail, and that really winds me up.

It's the kind of thing that an observational comedian would take and present to the world in a way that would make people take notice, but I haven't got time to think up soup related punchlines. I’m too judo focused for that.

That's all it is with these so called comedians - they've got more time on their hands to develop the luxury that is humour. Being judo is more important to me, so I'm just going to have to write a letter to my MP about the soups and get things done that way.


“There aren't enough songs like Ghostbusters in the charts. It sets the scene by explaining the fears and terrors that we feel and what we could all be facing if the situation isn't remedied.
It moves on to beg a question that will get the listener thinking of solutions before Ray Parker ultimately resolves the issue by telling people in no uncertain terms that they ought to be calling the Ghostbusters.
Ray Parker Junior ain't afraid of no ghost, and that attitude crashes through. I just wish I was as brave as him :no: .”





Plastic bags full of belongings at the top of the stairs. My mum standing in front of me crying.
This is a dream I had last night. There was a bit before the plastic bags but for the life of me I cannot remember what it was even though the image of my mum crying shook me from my sleep.
I never dream (Maybe I do but I never ever remember them) so last nights dream was so vivid that when I awoke I remember saying to myself that I must write it down in the morning as soon as I get up.

And yet now I dont remember the bit before the plastic bags. Something tells me that was the most important bit but for the life of me I cannot recall what it was.

Not sure if I should be concerned or worried about this dream. Cannot even say if its a dream or a nightmare to be honest.

VC 05/12/2007 @ 22:15







Update.
Still can't remember.

VC 05/12/2007 @ 22:20