Monday, January 22, 2007

Thank God for split personalities.

Well ,the builders have dug through the oil pipe by mistake so I have no heating, cooking facilities or hot water. My real self is shivering, starving and getting slightly whiffy.

Meanwhile my blogging persona (see here and here) is lying on a balmy beach on a hammock reading whilst uniformed waiters bring me elaborate drinks served in a coconut.

Here is the view:



7 comments:

Artist once known as Dave said...

You definitely meet a better class of person in blogworld.

Billy said...

The first time I read that I thought you'd said 'uninformed waiters'. That would be less good.

Annie said...

aargh, bloody builders. I've been there, courtesy of British Gas. Could your real selves check into a hotel? Or maybe join your blogging self on the beach?

Vicus Scurra said...

Please clarify. Is that a picture of blog world, or your backyard?

herschelian said...

Order a Singapore Sling for me, I'm coming to join you.

realdoc said...

That view is most definately not my backyard where it is sleeting, down on piles of mud at the moment.
I will need to consult patroclus about how I get my real self in touch with this me or something.
billy: uninformed waiters are thick on the ground. I think they may be advising the builders.

Mangonel said...

Cold is good. Horrible sleety nasty freezing is exceptionally good. It means that all these doom-mongers telling us to turn our TVs off at the wall or else we destroy the planet are WRONG, and that, just because an environmental study, which says that everything is OK, is funded by an oil company, doesn't mean that it isn't correct.

Also, there's a woman in the village, four (usually screaming or otherwise malfunctioning) kids, whines a lot, complains constantly, whose husband, whose job takes him away four days of the week, told her that his recent job interview necessitated spending a week in Barbados. Aah, the world of work. Maybe I should tell Wyndham this story.