I was only saying the other day how I'm not the world's most prolific writer; but at least I don't have to write each and every one of my posts in longhand, and on goatskin parchment. I'd be lucky if I turned out two a year, let alone two a week.
However, I'm sure if I did find myself in such a predicament I too would be telling anyone prepared to listen: 'I got us into this mess, and I'll get us out of it.'
It will probably come as no surprise that my knowledge of goatskin is a little vague. I am, however, a little more knowledgeable about Goats Head Soup. Thanks to the Glimmer Twins I have never been able to erase the image of this Jamaican dish (the eyeballs really are a delicacy, apparently) from my memory bank.
And while we're on the subject of disturbing images the Rolling Stones were responsible for subjecting me and other impressionable youths in the early seventies to: one of the black and white photographs on the 'Exile on Main St.' sleeve haunts me to this day:
Charlie Three Balls - with a trio of pool balls in his mouth (Why? How?) - is another image I've been carrying around in my head for far too long.
Well now it's your turn.
Disturbing images indeed and difficult to erase once in your brain as you say. I do have some knowledge of goatskin however as we have a friend who is an award-winning book-binder, and that's what expensive books are covered with!ReplyDelete
I recall a Val Doonican album my mother owned. A popular entertainer, clad in a cable stitch sweater, posing in a rocking chair is an image that's hard to shake.ReplyDelete