Ill-advised chickens and other stuff
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caddymanI managed a poor night's sleep last night. Don't know why, precisely, though I am tending to point the finger at the entire pot of coffee I drank between 20.00 and 23.30. It's not that I got no sleep; it was more a case that I kept waking up for a minute or two before dozing off again.
The temperature didn't help, either. Having gone to bed, I rapidly got very warm and ceded all claim to the duvet, which was fine until sometime around 3.30 this morning when I rather fancied having it (or at least half of it) back. This proved to be harder than one might imagine as sleeping Furtles attain a zen-like oneness with duvets. How she does this is beyond mortal ken.
Of course in addition to industrial amounts of coffee in the evening, sleep was hardly ushered in by prolonged gales of laughter. I can't now remember how or why the subject came up, but it seemed the thing to do, to relate the story of the chicken that fell down a well in a Pakistani village. The story, a half-remembered paraphrase from an ancient copy of the Fortean Times, was delivered sotto voce out of respect for people trying to sleep elsewhere.
It was, by all accounts, a very deep well and one man, presumably the owner of the chicken, took it into his head to rescue the bird. Sadly he was overcome by fumes. A friend tried to rescue him, followed by another villager and then another.
Suffice it to say that eventually a fair number of men had gone down the well, and in the end the only survivor of the entire escapade was the chicken, which climbed out of the well entirely unhurt, over the pile of unfortunate would-be rescuers.
At one a.m. when you are trying to be quiet on account of lightly sleeping house guests, the story is riotously funny – you can trust me on this – and all attempts to quell laughter by stuffing the duvet and/or pillows into your mouth only makes it funnier.
So now I sit in the office desperately trying to stay awake by consuming, irony of ironies, industrial amounts of instant coffee.
Wired and tired. It's the only way to go.
The temperature didn't help, either. Having gone to bed, I rapidly got very warm and ceded all claim to the duvet, which was fine until sometime around 3.30 this morning when I rather fancied having it (or at least half of it) back. This proved to be harder than one might imagine as sleeping Furtles attain a zen-like oneness with duvets. How she does this is beyond mortal ken.
Of course in addition to industrial amounts of coffee in the evening, sleep was hardly ushered in by prolonged gales of laughter. I can't now remember how or why the subject came up, but it seemed the thing to do, to relate the story of the chicken that fell down a well in a Pakistani village. The story, a half-remembered paraphrase from an ancient copy of the Fortean Times, was delivered sotto voce out of respect for people trying to sleep elsewhere.
It was, by all accounts, a very deep well and one man, presumably the owner of the chicken, took it into his head to rescue the bird. Sadly he was overcome by fumes. A friend tried to rescue him, followed by another villager and then another.
Suffice it to say that eventually a fair number of men had gone down the well, and in the end the only survivor of the entire escapade was the chicken, which climbed out of the well entirely unhurt, over the pile of unfortunate would-be rescuers.
At one a.m. when you are trying to be quiet on account of lightly sleeping house guests, the story is riotously funny – you can trust me on this – and all attempts to quell laughter by stuffing the duvet and/or pillows into your mouth only makes it funnier.
So now I sit in the office desperately trying to stay awake by consuming, irony of ironies, industrial amounts of instant coffee.
Wired and tired. It's the only way to go.
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Date: 2006-06-20 02:12 pm (UTC)Don't ask me - I filter a lot of what he blithers on about because the conversations often end up being about golf!
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Date: 2006-06-20 02:22 pm (UTC)I saw a mid-'90s Am Std Strat with matching red headstock almost exactly like mine in my local Git-ar Centre yesterday, and the buggers wanted $999 for it. HA!
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Date: 2006-06-20 03:38 pm (UTC)Elsewhere credited as "31 Aug 1995 CAIRO, Egypt (AP)"
Duvet thieves
Date: 2006-06-20 05:54 pm (UTC)Due to incompatibilities in temperature regulation (I am a nuclear powered radioactive mutant,
On some evenings,