(Thanks to Bruce Springsteen for the title, good track!)
Don't know about you but despite my bodies advancing years my mind seems to have stayed at about nineteen. You keep thinking you can do stuff you did back then but your body lets you down. My old boiler maker instructor at British Steel when I was about 19 used to say on seeing you struggle to lift heavy objects, "When I was your age I could have lifted that with my cock!"
I guess one of mine was at the age of 24 to 25 on an IBM course in London, started drinking at 6:00pm with "Hollow Legs Ed" a great scots collegue, by 2:00am we had hit 23 pints of lager each! and two very large whiskies between us, donated by a Japanese guy who we had tried to save some money for, by disuading him from buying a bottle of whisky from the bar at per measure price, but from the off-licence round the corner. ( Even volunteered to go buy it for him). Anyway he pulled out a huge wad of notes thanked us, bought the whisky from the bar, asked for two glasses and poured nearly half the bottle into them for us. Who says kindness isn't rewarded.
I spent the entire next day on the course sipping at a cup of water and keeping a low profile, went straight to bed after the course, felt great on the wednesday so we went out and did the same thing again that night, minus the whiskies.!!! Great Days!
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My philosophy is based on the belief
in the superior reality of certain
forms of previously neglected
associations,
in the omnipotence of dream,
in the disinterested play of thought.
It tends to ruin once and for all
other psychic mechanisms and
to substitute itself for them in
solving all the principal
problems of life.
or more simply,
it's pure psychic automatism,
by which one proposes to express,
either verbally, in writing,
or by any other manner,
the real functioning of thought.
Dictation of thought in the absence
of all control exercised by reason,
outside of all aesthetic and
moral preoccupation.
In a word,
Surrealism.
in the superior reality of certain
forms of previously neglected
associations,
in the omnipotence of dream,
in the disinterested play of thought.
It tends to ruin once and for all
other psychic mechanisms and
to substitute itself for them in
solving all the principal
problems of life.
or more simply,
it's pure psychic automatism,
by which one proposes to express,
either verbally, in writing,
or by any other manner,
the real functioning of thought.
Dictation of thought in the absence
of all control exercised by reason,
outside of all aesthetic and
moral preoccupation.
In a word,
Surrealism.
2 comments:
Ironically, one of the main reasons why we can probably no longer do this sort of thing is precisely that we did do this sort of thing when we were younger. Had we not destroyed so much of our liver and brain cells in these frenzies of debauchery we'd still be knocking back pints 'till the cows come home now. But we did (and wasn't it fun?) and now we can't, but we can still have those little mini binges that remind us of the glorious past in the twilight haze of a mere five pint hangover.
Sadly, "and another bottle" is no longer a phrase repeated ad infinitum upon an evening session.
Mmmm, problem was back then nobody talked about destroying your liver, your brain or binge drinking, it was just "Going out for a few beers". Oh just one more bottle of Cava Boutari, then....
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