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Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Number One Glueboot? You may ask... why 'Glueboot?' What sort of connotations would the word 'glueboot' hold for any sort of sensible person? Well, I don't know what it means, it just -is-, it always has been. A word that has invaded my language and embedded itself in my world. It seems apt that I use it for this, my new weblog. I have a memory from when I was 13, my friend and I used to tell our parents we were going to prayer group (which my mother, being an aethiest, didn't approve of) and we would go to the shop and buy a can of lighter fluid. With the lighter fluid firmly in hand we either sit outside the prayer group and get high, or if we were feeling particularly naughty we would get plastic bags and go down to the old warehouse. The aforesaid warehouse was particularly dingy, used for acid house raves in the late 80s and early 90s and most definately out of bounds for a pair of naught 13 yr olds. Anyway, one evening we were there with our bags and, after holding the bag to my mouth for a little too long, I keeled over. All of a sudden I was living inside a computer, there was these long men, like the strange creature from 'Popeye' who is Olive Oil's friend. They were running along in long lines chanting 'Wart nic nic, nic ford, what's happening?' over and over and over again. Occasionally the screen would change to the type of screen you would get on an old spectrum with all the coloured lines and the screeching sounds, now with just the faces of the creatures chanting the same incessent tune. I was there for an infinity, over and over and over again, gangly creatures and spectrum screens... fucking lush. When I came round my friend was standing over me looking shocked, the plastic bag flacid in her hand. My head was sore and I could hear the faux-helicopters that always come with such solvent abuse. Such was the beginning of a long love/hate affair with narcotics, which I now don't partake in particularly anymore but occasionally, that gray haze that spans many years is muchly confusing and this post has been edited because I can change history. HA! |
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