I went out last night to celebrate a not-particularly-significant birthday with a bunch of friends. More friends were providing the music and yet more friends turned up later. The place was fuckin heaving.
But I digress. What do you think a Warrior Princess gave me as a birthday present?
Would you say, perhaps, a book? That would be normal. The same Warrior Princess, when I held a house-warming party gave me a book called Homes of Dictators, but this time I didn’t receive a book.
No. Not a book.
A CD, then? That would sound about right, wouldn’t it? Something a bit skewed and off-centre.
No. Not a CD.
Well, what then? It was hardly a bunch of flowers.
No. you’re right. It wasn’t a bunch of flowers. It was, in fact, two tickets to the Emmy-Lou Harris gig in Dublin.
Now, how about that? How lucky am I to have such friends?