I have to get this down before I forget it.
I woke up late today and watched The Egyptian on TV. It started off with a femme fatale and themes of domination and innocence, but then it went onto civil war and religion and I lost interest. I headed down to the shops to pick up a Guardian with a free copy of Supersize Me (yay!) and popped into the hairdressers. Come back in half an hour they said so I went back home to quietly read the paper. I found out Yo La Tengo (one of my Top 5 bands) have done the soundtrack to the new film Junebug. I make a mental note to go and see it at the Cornerhouse before it finishes.
I head out again to get a haircut and along the way I see an old man dressed in black with grey sideburn ten times the size of mine stood in the road holding a crappy black wheelchair. He asks for my attention. He tells me his legs have seized up and if I would push him to his house around the corner. Of course I agree and help him into his chair. As he explains about his rheumatoid arthritis I lift his bag out of the seat so he can get in and see it contains mostly cans of Special Brew. My medicine he explains.
When the road clears I push him across and follow his directions round the corner and through a muddy shortcut to his home. He asks my name and tells me his is Paul. He asks me what Im studying. I graduated two years ago I explain. I suppose I still look like a student. He tells me how he used to teach Mathematics at a Manchester college even though he had no idea what 2+2=4 meant until he was 15. He told me he knew Tommy Cooper, or Thomas Arthur Cooper he elaborated, and how Tommy had cried in front of him many times, nervous and afraid to go onstage. People loved Tommy because they could see his nervousness, Paul explains they could their weaknesses in him. He gives me reasons why he ended up with arthritis, he was in the army he says, Jumping up and down the Himalayas and fighting wars that werent mine.
He insists I leave him at the end of his path, shakes my hand firmly and thanks me. He leaves me with advice not to follow my lust when I get married and have children. Youre horny and next thing you know its all gone he states. I told him Id remember that and wish him a good weekend.
I head back down the shortcut and to the hairdressers but its closed. Then I came straight home to write this.
I woke up late today and watched The Egyptian on TV. It started off with a femme fatale and themes of domination and innocence, but then it went onto civil war and religion and I lost interest. I headed down to the shops to pick up a Guardian with a free copy of Supersize Me (yay!) and popped into the hairdressers. Come back in half an hour they said so I went back home to quietly read the paper. I found out Yo La Tengo (one of my Top 5 bands) have done the soundtrack to the new film Junebug. I make a mental note to go and see it at the Cornerhouse before it finishes.
I head out again to get a haircut and along the way I see an old man dressed in black with grey sideburn ten times the size of mine stood in the road holding a crappy black wheelchair. He asks for my attention. He tells me his legs have seized up and if I would push him to his house around the corner. Of course I agree and help him into his chair. As he explains about his rheumatoid arthritis I lift his bag out of the seat so he can get in and see it contains mostly cans of Special Brew. My medicine he explains.
When the road clears I push him across and follow his directions round the corner and through a muddy shortcut to his home. He asks my name and tells me his is Paul. He asks me what Im studying. I graduated two years ago I explain. I suppose I still look like a student. He tells me how he used to teach Mathematics at a Manchester college even though he had no idea what 2+2=4 meant until he was 15. He told me he knew Tommy Cooper, or Thomas Arthur Cooper he elaborated, and how Tommy had cried in front of him many times, nervous and afraid to go onstage. People loved Tommy because they could see his nervousness, Paul explains they could their weaknesses in him. He gives me reasons why he ended up with arthritis, he was in the army he says, Jumping up and down the Himalayas and fighting wars that werent mine.
He insists I leave him at the end of his path, shakes my hand firmly and thanks me. He leaves me with advice not to follow my lust when I get married and have children. Youre horny and next thing you know its all gone he states. I told him Id remember that and wish him a good weekend.
I head back down the shortcut and to the hairdressers but its closed. Then I came straight home to write this.
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