A Quick Decap
Thursday January 27th 2011, 3:19 am
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Oh where do I begin?
A whole sea has passed under my bridge since the last post
So I delayed for sometime wondering what to write
While the iron was hot
And then I decided it was just too personal
That I should just stick to the task of writing about my daily cab toils
But by then I had lost my login page
When I eventually found my login page
I couldn’t remember the login or the password
Nor would it recognise either of my e-mails

But that was then
And now at least some sort of explanation
Because there are people who read this

At the point of the last post
The one about the stupid junctions
I had reached a saturation point
1. The hamster wheel was running too fast to feed the hamster
Money was flying through my hands
2. Mrs Dial hadn’t worked for over a year
3. I was being regularly visited by thoughts of personal doom
That I had fucked up my recovery
And that I was going to die fairly young
4. I fell under the spell of another woman
And it really was a spell
I can describe it no other way
Because one day it just vanished from my mind
And I was grateful that it had gone
But during its reign
I had constant voices in my head
Out of any control
Just flaring into action
I was going nuts
Until one day of slavering madness I broke
5. I abandoned work completely
Under a swirling mass of problems
I borrowed a small pile of cash from a friend
And fled to France in a beautiful sixties sports car
Weaving through the bourgione like Cary Grant in a sunny spy movie
6. I came out in a considerable rash
It was the last flourish of my stress
And the wane of my panic
7. I decided through a thick wedge of experience
That I was going to dedicate my future to Eating correctly
Something that I had been forced to reflect on for some time
That at once seemed impossible to do in todays daily life
But through rigorous observation
Now looked more simple
I began to believe that even the mighty Jamie Oliver had failed
Because I was dealing with things
That in his swagger he had failed to see
And as I watched him on the telly
Cooking mussels on his mobile kitchen at sea on a trawler
I thought
This is just TV…just a waving image with a southern drone
It’s inefective in the battlegrounds of our cities
8. I returned to blighty somewhat recovered
Healed by the countryside of Le Morvan
9. I joined what used to be Klu Klux Cabs
Their merger with their city rivals
Had made them a very large cab fleet
They were most effective
And I was impressed
I was back in a saloon car
The human stench was right back under my nose
10. In the middle of November my second son was born
He took me by surprise
He had the most handsome cuteness
And could quietly enchant me
This had never been achieved by any other baby
11. An opportunity arose to road test the food plan
But it would involve living on the other side of town
Deeply mired in the domestic mangle of healthy eating
Troubleshooting all the things that needed to be trouble shot
For a dreadlockioed businessman nicknamed ‘Mental’
Who needed to stay healthy and very fit
For his International Ultimate Frisbee career
12. The year ended
13. Bum Bum

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