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The Duke plays quietly in the corner. The band’s eyes are shut, concentrating on the job in hand. Focussing on the music. Soul. I can see the Duke caressing the piano. The drummer, lost behind his dark glasses, is in his own separate world.
It is now totally dark out. Here in the conservatory I see the reflection of my screen on the glass. Removing my glasses the eyes get a rub. My eyesight is too bad to type without the specs.
The bassist absentmindedly tugs his strings and stares into the distance.
I am contemplating a quick trip to the pub. The working week, for what it was, is done. I will pick up where I left off on Monday. It will wait, the work. Anne and John are somewhere in the house. I am cut off.
A trumpeter breaks in. My head nods. Foot taps. Eyelids drop.
Welcome to my world. Come in. Sit down and say nothing. Talk is superfluous. I feel my chin. Need a shave. It’s the weekend. It will wait, the shave.
Guitarist now picks up the pace. The band’s heads all nod rhythmically, intently. I tap the table.
Suddenly I am awake. My mind feels it needs to do something. Think. Pick up some words and spin them with my fingers. Reflect my mood. I can see them dance in front of me. The darkness hides the walls. It’s a huge field in which to play. My head continues to nod.
I can feel it raining out. Hear it not see it. What it is like to lose my sight. My mouth opens. Sounds come out. Talking to myself and to the music. How long can it continue
Take one large bucket and roughly two thirds fill with sand. Any kind of sand will do so you can choose based on personal preference. Any kind of bucket will also do. It just needs to be able to fit your head in it with some room to spare – we don’t want your head getting stuck do we? When you feel that the world is going mad around you and you want out for a short period of peace just stick your head in the bucket.
WARNING You should not stick your head in this bucket of sand for longer than you can hold your breath. It would also be sensible to have a friend nearby who can rescue you in case something goes wrong. Have a handkerchief ready to blow the sand out of your nostrils when retracting the head – eyes and mouth should be kept closed.
Why not have a burying your head in the sand party where you and like minded people can take it in turns to put your heads in the bucket. This could be made bearable by the provision of large quantities of alcohol. If getting sand on your kitchen floor (other rooms are available) worries you then you could just cut out the bucket of sand and just have the booze. Ultimately this would have the same calming effect although it should be remembered that both methods offer only temporary relief.
Huge amount of emotional and physical effort went into this concert.
Just delicious. Crunchy crust with just the right chewiness on the inside. Butter applied when the toast was still hot so that it melts and spreads easily. A commercial lime marmalade was used because I couldn’t find a new jar of my own seville orange but it was perfectly good and one that we had when I was a child. Accompanied by a second slice of toast and washed down with a glass of cold milk.
This is a game anyone can play at home. Work it out for yourself.
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Two white horses in a field of green
What is the nature of their conversation
Nice bit of grass this morning
I like the way it is more refreshing with the dew on it
Neigh
Whinny
Stop whinnying
Who’s your favourite horse film star?
Trigger
That’s going back a bit
I like the old stuff best
They don’t make em like they used to
Horseburgers
Neigh
Getting cold out. Warm coat time. Quite nice though. Wrap up well. Hat, gloves scarf. Stout walking shoes.Thick socks maybe. Roaring log fire. Butter drenched crumpets. Sunday roast dinner. Nights close in. Brandy inner glow. Cuddles on settee. Three’s a crowd.
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This piece shows the fusion of a number of different art forms and is quintessentially philosopherontap. Constructed from an original loose pile of bricks bound with a traditional sand and cement mix the wall represents a society that has regained its sense of proportion. It is a mixture of artesanal endeavour combined with a wry sense of perspective that is not always in tune.
Photographed on location in Lincoln at the house of the artist. Offers over £500k will be considered.
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