a tribute to the bad movies i've slept through

My head feels heavy from the beers I drank, but I am by no means drunk. I smell cigarette smoke – it is all over me and if I am not careful it will make my stomach revolt. That and the beers. Insomnia is threatening to set in, now that I am almost ready to slip into bed, but I just wave it off and pick up a new book I incidentally got from the sale shelf in a bookstore – Eating People is Wrong by Malcolm Bradbury. Can anything scream “awkward British humor” any louder?

“The lady in the flower-pot hat sat down beside Treece and sighed deeply, ‘It’s terrible to be abnormal,’ she said, and heaved another sigh. ‘Did you have an unhappy childhood?’ ‘I had an unhappy maturity,’ said Treece. ‘I had a frankly bloody childhood,’ said the woman. ‘Tell me, so you like this hair style? Be frank. I can have it done again somewhere else.’
‘Darling, I was going to ask you, what happened to it?’ said a man in a bow-tie. ‘You could have fought back. Or did they give you an anaesthetic?’
‘You should have seen what he did to my dog,’ said the lady. She turned again to Treece. ‘I suppose you know lots of writers,’ she said.
‘I know some,’ said Treece, ‘but I prefer people.’

It looks like I am in for an interesting treat.

posted by Dora @ 4:56 PM