Ka and Ka-Tet

Hasn’t been a blog for a while, up to my eyes is why.
If there’s something very interesting to report, rest assured, it will be reported.
What am I up to my eyes with? The normal hump and drag of life is all. Not that I’m complaining; it’s all good. Just very little that I’d like to share, or that would be interesting from another person’s point of view, in my estimation.
But things have been going on, shit has been going down, make no mistake.
The brother is back from his antipodean adventures. Plenty of disgrace, and more to come. He has been replaced in his capacity of unofficial Uncle Travelling Mac Fraggle by Steam Warrior Johnson, out there in the tropics with Agent Oldboy Curtis whose rantings are the maddest I’ve certainly ever read in my life. Hats off to Crazy Terry.
It’s lovely for them.
And it’s warm here for the time of year isn’t it? Hardly any need for a greatcoat at all, let alone hand-muffs.
For the largest part it’s reading that takes up most of the time in between partying and working. I don’t know how people can squeeze telly in these days; I’d never get anything done if I spent my evenings in staring matches against the Hypnoclops. I keep starting too many books. And I can’t bring myself to walk by a second-hand book shop. Their musty lure is too much for me.
What books am I in the middle of now? I always seem to be in the middle, some books just keep you in the middle forever. I’m beginning to think Catch 22 only has a middle. I read that book once a year as I always find something new in it to either just laugh at or learn from so all-year round the bookmark seems to be in the middle.
Here’s what I’m dragging my reddened corneas across this weather –
The Wastelands:
Being the third book in the artist formerly known as Richard Bachman’s mind-twisting Dark Tower series. All credit to Kev in work for lending me this. I’d like to bang on about how great this one is but as Tyrell might be reading this……I can’t tell you yet!
The Tragedy of Faust:
Still struggling away at this. Mainly because the pages are all stuck together as it’s a first edition nicked from the Trinity College library and the leaves haven’t been cut. I didn’t steal it, guess who did?
Dude, Where’s My Country?:
Yes I know it’s a populist airport book but you need something to ruminate with over your tea and crackers. See, I don’t mind if bits of cracker get stuck between the pages and the chapters are named like Burger King Whopper combos so it’s readily digestible polemic.
Les Forets D’Opal. Vol 1&2.
Graphic novels actually but it’s taking me ages to read them for obvious reasons. Animal story, and surprisingly hardcore. At least I think so. Not Preacher hardcore but there’s still a few interesting dismemberments.
Endgame:
It was lying around the house so I though I’d better read it before someone mentioned it in polite society, or God forbid, quoted some of it and I didn’t know what they were talking about. I’d be mortified. It’s good though.
Memento Mori –
The gaff is full of Muriel Spark books at the moment as herself is doing a thesis on her works, I rattled through a third of this one while in the jacks and it was so good that I picked up -
The Comforters: Which is even better, amazingly original plot devices. Who knew? I’d never even heard of the woman.

Shit, it’s nearly half six. What am I at writing blogs when I’ve a Wax to be going to?

And there’s Cuddihy off, he’s meeting a woman I’d say by the cut of him. Said he didn’t want to go for pints but devil the going home he’s doing. The truth will out…

Oh here before I go, I found this on the internet today - did you know that Elton John first hinted about his deviant sexuality in 1975 album Captain Fantastic and The Brown Dirt Cowboy?

Ha ha!

Gays are gas.