A dear friend of mine, singer and ballet dancer for a band I always loved, one day collapsed on stage. Turns out he had a massive brain tumor. He retired from music and is now gardening a lot. None of us - even his family - expected him to survive.
He’s living a very peaceful life these days and I love that for him. Needless to say his garden is to die for.
Thanks, I hate this.
TV series / mini series.
Tokyo Vice.
I rest my case.
Telephone sanitizers
Ohhh, won’t somebody please think of the Golgafrinchans?
Big nope to that. I prefer natural looks.
Batman the animated series
Captain Future
Home Improvement
Lol, I’m running Cyberpunk this Wednesday. ^^
Not precisely CCTV, but national television in a small country. I recently moved to a new gaff, renting the upper floor of my landlord’s house.
Let’s just say it’s the sort of place where everyone knows everybody and it’s relatively easy to become the talk of the town.
Hanging out with my punk rock friends and bandmates after work hours.
National television interviewed a nun while we were walking by. Most of them did the 🤟 sign while hurling slurs against Christianity and whatnot. I tried to cover my face as best as I could like “yeah, sorry about that, they are drunk and shitfaced as hell”.
Came back to my gaff and my landlord was laughing so hard.
“You didn’t notice the second camera filming from the other side?”
Right, let me just dig a hole in the garden to crawl into and die in, will ye?
They just panicked and lost their cool. It’s way more dangerous what they did instead of waiting inside until emergency services arrive. By the time I hopped off, the entire area was swarming with paramedics , fire brigade and the guards. I was the last person on that train
Fair. It wasn’t intentional on my end, it’s just a not uncommon attitude in GB and IE, I suppose. ^^
Why, what’s the reference I’m missing? _
Ah, lol, did you refer to the Winchester? I guess many people in Ireland act that way, too. That’s where it happened. A healthy “oh well…” attitude.
I do tend to have a calming effect on people. Mostly because I can’t be bothered by anything beyond my control, so I just think “Eh, fuck it” and proceed as normal.
Commuting home via train. It derailed. I didn’t really notice it because I had my headphones on and read a book. It was a slightly bumpy ride, but that sort of stuff happens, right? I only realised something was off when people started smashing in the windees and breaking open the doors, climbing off and running away.
I packed my stuff, hopped outside and looked at the train. Sure enough, it was fully off the tracks.
I’ve never been in that small town before and had no idea how to get home. So, I did the only reasonable thing I could think of: Finding the nearest local pub, drinking a pint of beer, having a smoke and figure things out from there.
Met a sweet couple about my age over there who were on the same train and lived in that area. We had a lovely chat, a few more pints and then they dropped me off at the bus stop from where I could get back home. We became close friends.
Too strange to live, too rare to die by HST.
Sums up my life pretty well.
I grew up in two different countries. Eventually moved back to the one with better healthcare since I’m dealing with a few old injuries. Over here, people tend to be somewhat distant and I’m quite the opposite. Always chatty, always outgoing.
Kubotan, water, phone, keys, wallet, skincare products, a book, tissues, tobacco / skins / filters, lighter, mini umbrella.
Your nose looks very well tended.
My ENT one week after my surgery.
No. It’s alright to tell people it didn’t click for you in a polite manner. Ghosting is for cowards and rude people.