You are talking to Russian Theatregoer

I promised a mate I’d put this in, despite its mediocrity…

You are talking to Russian Theatregoer

Russian Theatregoer says:

update your blog you bastard!

Chalk on Glass =_= says:

doh. will do when I get a mo’

Russian Theatregoer says:

you’re severely inconveniencing me. I’ve got no-one to live my life through…

Chalk on Glass =_= says:

agh, I remember now – the last one I wrote got lost on monday when it crashed..

Russian Theatregoer says:

talking of life just saw someone getting mown down on St Giles

Chalk on Glass =_= says:

really. shit. dead? (Living your life through another’s death – very Cronenberg)

you are joking aren’t you?

Russian Theatregoer says:

probably not. she was whimpering ‘I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die’ which suggests that she was gonna live. seriously!

Chalk on Glass =_= says:

shit. Did you help?!? Or did you piss on her twitching body…. to sterilise the wounds, y’know…

Russian Theatregoer says:

no

the paramedics had just got there before me. I would have given her mouth to mouth

Russian Theatregoer says:

but she was a minger [not that it’s ever stopped me in the past]

Chalk on Glass =_= says:

but the paras held you back did they, until they’d finished…

Russian Theatregoer says:

yeah, then I fucked her as rigor mortis set in

Russian Theatregoer says:

how are you anyway?

Chalk on Glass =_= says:

‘I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die’

Chalk on Glass =_= says:

No my back’s completely fucked, and I’ve got a fuckload of freelance for tomorrow, and my mum’s coming to stay tonight… bad mix.

Russian Theatregoer says:

my back is always fukced!

Chalk on Glass =_= says:

really? that would be to do with the brown bags oddbins sells, right?

Russian Theatregoer says:

wha?!

Chalk on Glass =_= says:

erm… brown bags tend to contain whiskey.

Chalk on Glass =_= says:

Whiskey means tramping

Chalk on Glass =_= says:

Tramping means lying on sleeping rough

Russian Theatregoer says:

oh#

Chalk on Glass =_= says:

Sleeping rough = park bench

Chalk on Glass =_= says:

Park bench = modern stylish living

Chalk on Glass =_= says:

modern stylish living = hypochondria

Russian Theatregoer says:

hypochondria=terminal illness

Chalk on Glass =_= says:

‘I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die’

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About GriddleOctopus

There are few harder things in life than introducing yourself, especially in print where mellifluous nuance can turn to indulgent wankery. So. I am definitely a 'writer'. You could also call me an 'artist'. I could probably put the words 'designer' and 'consultant' here too, but they feel crass.