Torpor calls
I have been doing battle with a tiresome low grade virus and consequently been having quite vivid dreams and waking up in odd positions. Last night i felt so exhausted I retired to bed around 8 only to wake at 11.15 feeling very dizzy yet lying straight and flat on my back with my hands above my chest, my fingers' tips tapping together as though i were pronouncing judgement.
Still rather tame behaviour compared to the capers that ensue after knocking back a capsule or ten of Stilnox.
On Monday night someone must have slipped some Stilnox into my bedtime banana smoothie for the next thing I knew I was seated in the dress circle at the Enmore Theeater watching
Weird Al Yankovic
What a night. Oh what a long and loud night. Live performance spliced with videos from ALtv featuring wackily edited interviews between Al and pop stars.
Birthday boys and teen enjoyed the show and while it was a joy to witness their delight, and the reason for which I was there, the show left me with the same feeling experienced after viewing Carry on camping – disquiet and despair.
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2 comments:
Carry On Camping was surely a hoot. Weird Al was never my cup of tea, but man he must be sick of himself by now.
Carry on camping should have been but it was early 70's vintage and really rather vile, they stumbled on a nudist colony.
And ditto about al but like i said it was for the kids.
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