Inner Space
Gawd. You spend an afternoon labouring over a detailed written description of what Bertha was like on the inside: then you discover you could have saved yourself the trouble because a long-lost photo shows up…
Inner Space
You see? This is why we should take photographs of our lives. Because memory fails us.
Not forgetting that it also behoves us to describe what it felt like to be inside the memories. Otherwise the photograph fails us too.
Actually I’m thinking I didn’t do that bad a job. Seems I was wrong about the felt covering the foam. It looks more like somebody’s old military blankets from here. In grey and red, no less. Such colour sense. And I missed those cupboards too – looks like we even had somewhere to store our food.
This must be around the halfway stage of refurbishment. You can tell because there are still no tapestry curtains.
The bloke with the goatee beard demonstrating how not to fall asleep in a Bedford ambulance is Paul.
The bloke with the beard behind him who looks like Pat is in fact Martin of the waxed moustache.
The young lady peering coquettishly over the front bench seat is a bit of a mystery. My best hunch is Yaya’s on-off girlfriend Sally, who may (perhaps; possibly; never trust the memory alone) be about to play a small but pivotal role in finalising our passenger manifest…
Inner Space
You see? This is why we should take photographs of our lives. Because memory fails us.
Not forgetting that it also behoves us to describe what it felt like to be inside the memories. Otherwise the photograph fails us too.
Actually I’m thinking I didn’t do that bad a job. Seems I was wrong about the felt covering the foam. It looks more like somebody’s old military blankets from here. In grey and red, no less. Such colour sense. And I missed those cupboards too – looks like we even had somewhere to store our food.
This must be around the halfway stage of refurbishment. You can tell because there are still no tapestry curtains.
The bloke with the goatee beard demonstrating how not to fall asleep in a Bedford ambulance is Paul.
The bloke with the beard behind him who looks like Pat is in fact Martin of the waxed moustache.
The young lady peering coquettishly over the front bench seat is a bit of a mystery. My best hunch is Yaya’s on-off girlfriend Sally, who may (perhaps; possibly; never trust the memory alone) be about to play a small but pivotal role in finalising our passenger manifest…
posted by Mark Gamon at 9:18 pm
15 Comments:
Plenty of room for us all. I most definitly want an upper berth. While the lower may be more cozy, It will be more crowded.
Lower birth for me (virtigo) Actually I think I might bring my tent so I can be antisocial sometimes.
Your interior looks just like the second class compartment of an Indian train. I hope it doesn’t smell like one too!
As for the curtains … did someone have a kind Granny by any chance? They look like definite granny material.
Blagged …. I love that word BTW.
Good point Omykiss, we should probably bring along some inscense.
I have some lovely throw pillows and a bean bag chair or two, can't quite tell from the pic, but there may be room.
Enough! I cannot stand it any longer. This trip has been hijacked by a team of interior designers.
Our destination was not our local Habitat or Ikea emporium.
Mind you, bean bags are actually very popular at these establishments especially the....... see what you've done?
Please try to concentrate on the higher levels of our trip into the cosmic conciousness.
This is no blag.
Yaya,
now, be nice, they're young, what do they know? At that time Habitat was an up-market West End store and Ikea hadn't yet been perpetrated , thank God!
DC.
Gentlemen,
Comfort greatly assists one in riding the stream into the cosmic conciousness. When the body is comfortable and relaxed, the mind relaxes and is therefore better able to expand into a higher plane of being. Remember what Kahlil Gibran says about being:
"It is impossible for the mirror of the soul to reflect in the imagination anything which does not stand before it. It is impossible for the calm lake to show in its depth the figure of any mountain or the picture of any tree or cloud that does not exsist close by the lake. It is impossible for the light to throw upon the earth a shadow of an object that has no being. Nothing can be seen, heard, or otherwise sensed unless it has actual being."
But I am just old enough to remember going into Biba at 13 and thinking I had died and gone to heaven.
Alright. I'll shut-up now. I'm not going to argue with Yaya. Don't expect many people do.
I like to argue,however as I am only 5'3" tall I shall need something to stand on so I can look Yaya in the eyes whilst doing so. lol.
Mark get on with it.
I should just point out that the aforementioned Libby was very prone to dragging me round Biba. For me it was a kind of hell, usually because it was preceded by a long trawl all the way up the Kings Road from the World's End and by the time we got to Biba my feet usually hurt. She got some nice clothes there though...
I'll be back in a tick. I've been installing new printer drivers. Bear with me...
Sadly when I was in Biba I was wearing a St Johns Ambulance Cadet uniform and touring London, with my school, in a marching band.
We'd just done some pretty nifty figure marching outside St Pauls.
I can't believe I just told you that.
Never tell anyone.
Never.
Oh. OK. I won't. You can trust me...
HA!ha!HA!HA!ha! I made that up! Funny no? It never happened.
IT. NEVER. HAPPENED.
No, NO, it never did.
photos please caroline
photos please caroline
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