Down In The Ditch

December 22nd, 2009 | daybook

Well, nearly. We ran into a blizzard north of Church End, east of the Gallows Green Road (love the place names up-county – Bacon End and Butcher’s Pasture are in the same area). It slicked a small, winding country lane already made treacherous by packed sheet ice. And then we hit a pothole and that was it, we were planing. Up over the kerb and headed for a low wall with a deep ditch behind it. Luckily, mounting the kerb gave us the traction we needed to pull round with a foot to spare. That was fun. Drove on, to find a car buried in a ditch at the next junction.

Oh, and the back of the kitchen flooded the other day. I’m starting to get the sense that 2009 wants to finish me off before it dies of old age. A calendrical unit yelling "I’m taking you with me, you bastard!" from its vanishing final paper bunker marked December, every spent day a room deleted from the structure until 2009 is finally huddled in one small box marked 31 and screaming obscenities in stark terror.

All of which was probably an episode of Grant’s DOOM PATROL.

This is the new issue of COILHOUSE. Delighted to see Kristamas Klousch on the cover. It goes on sale on the 22nd. This will be the link you need.

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So, having lost even more time to trying to staunch an apparently endless flow of meltwater through my windows, I have to now write DO ANYTHING #026 and FREAKANGELS 0082, because Paul’s just caught up to me. And then I’m calling it Done for the year. I’ve really got nothing left in me this year. Not intending to do anything more than scribble in a notebook and write the occasional piece here until Jan 5.

(FREAKANGELS will be on a skip week this week, because Xmas Day falls on Friday. If we had any sense, we’d skip New Year’s Day too.)

Fuck you, 2009.


9 Responses to “Down In The Ditch”

  1. Yes, fuck you 2009, and with a sandpaper condom at that.

  2. “Fuck you, 2009.”

    Hear, hear. New year’s day, this year, a friend of a friend had a seizure, driving home from the New Year’s party we’d attended, and landed his car in a ditch. He was taken to the hospital with brain damage, and was in a coma. As far as I know, there has been no change. When a year starts you off, that way, I think it’s pretty fucking clear.

    Fuck you, 2009.

  3. Glad you’re OK. Hope family is well too. After last post, readio silence was troubling.

    >>>A calendrical unit yelling “I’m taking you with me, you bastard!” from its vanishing final paper bunker marked December, every spent day a room deleted from the structure until 2009 is finally huddled in one small box marked 31 and screaming obscenities in stark terror.

    Oh, can I bring a knife along to help kill it? Just one nice stab!

  4. I read this post and started a Whitechapel thread dedicated to seeing 2009 off right: http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=7449&page=2#Item_10

  5. Looking forward to the end of this one. Strange end- just this week got a fucking amazing new job that may actually do Good, my mum’s ongoing battle with her Rachman like landlord coming to an end, my mate Joshie dieing of pneumonia complications just as he was to wed, at 38 yrs young.

    Am waiting to greet 2010, loins girded, bat in hand with a big grin.

    Merry New Year!

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