sometimes it is dark and there is light in the centre….
sometimes…well its a bit of a mess really..
…….it trys to take my identity but I will always fight…!!!
Photos: (c) Tanvir Bush 2007
Wordless Wednesday
Nappy Martinis, Extra Dry
There was a faint pong of dirty nappies and gin in the airport lounge where I waited for my flight back from New York. I would have moved but my hangover was too great and the slightest movement makes me more nauseous.
I had taken the bus from Toronto to Buffalo last Thursday. At the US border I had been shown, with excessive use of the word ‘ma’am’, to a holding pen full of other dodgy foreigners and left to watch customs men and women politely and yet offensively (how do they do it) maul people for two hours.
Hobo squirrels
I thought Dennis my UK yob of a squirrel was rude but here the squirrels are actually a little frightening. They have black fur and less puffy tails so more ‘rat-like’ AND they go through the rubbish like old pro’s. They are completely unfazed by humanity, often standing in groups and yelling obscenities at passing people.
Tinku or bust
The Tinku Gallery opening was lovely. Lights, flowers, smart people and erudite conversation. No, really! My friend, A looked very glamorous and elegant in a crafted little black number and just the right earrings. She had lent me a dress that had a neckline that plunged so dramatically it was just managing to cling precariously to decency. This would have been fine had I the confidence to carry it off but I kept having to glance down at my own breasts to ensure they hadn’t broken cover completely which was disconcerting for anyone trying to make small talk.
The end of the influenza
Ok, I admit it. I am still not 100% . I am still snuffling and snorting and aching. Its been weeks now and I had had enough this morning. I am in Toronto after all. The sun is shining and the weather is sweet (yeah Marley maaan!)
Canada very dry
‘Can we help you…?’
I am standing glumly unsure about whether to wait for assistance from the BA ground staff (will they make me sit in a bloody wheelchair again) or just take pot luck and stride off in the general direction of customs when I hear this question from the couple in front.
It is apparent they are not going to move or let anyone else off the plane unless I capitulate so I fall in line behind them and grab the woman’s elbow as we hit the terminal.
Open and shut case.
Suitcase is packed.
I will be back in touch from Torontooooo!
Man flu
My mini man flu flattened me. My head felt as if it had swollen to twice its size and my sight got as foggy as my brain. Even today, three days later I am still in pyjamas and still feeling as if I have been on a very long uphill walk when the truth is I have done nothing but lie down.
Blimey!!
‘Blimey!!’
I am standing in the bathroom peering in the mirror with a steri-strip thermometer plastered to my sweaty forehead. I am trying to read my temperature but it looks to me like I am in rigor mortis. Fuzzy and aching I find the magnifier and after a long and complicated thought process manage to turn the thing the right way around. I am not actually cold but boiling. I have a fever. I am sick.
‘Cripes.’
Bashing Bin Men
Actually I had a bit of a difficult week. On new sprung foam fuelled feet I have been attempting to run again.. This means, what with rubbish eyes, getting up and out at 6 am and doing laps of my housing estate where there is due to the time and location:
1. no one to bump into
2. no one to stare at my fat ass and sweaty red face
3. no one to out run…