All I need is love, and stimulating conversation
I just woke up from another one of those dreams. The last thing I remember is saying to the woman "Come here, I've got something to tell you...You're extremely beautiful and I love you very much." She looked like a cross between Gwyneth Paltrow and this woman called Marie who used to drink in a pub I worked in. I only chatted to her a couple of times (Marie, not Gwyneth) but there was definite mutual attraction, we flirted quite a bit and I kind of regret not asking her out. I really regret not asking her out now, but that's just because I'm associating her with the great feelings of my dream.
I also woke up wondering if I'd pissed myself (never happened before, at least not since I was a wee bairn, but there's always a first time I guess). I even felt the sheet beneath me to check. It turns out that somebody's cooking something which smells quite a lot like urine. A fishy dish of some kind. (I once ate pickled shark; that tasted a great deal like urine, and had the texture of chewing gum.)
Last night nicely illustrated one of the things I like most about being a barman: you get to meet a lot of interesting people. It's sometimes frustrating because you just want to stand and chat with them, but work keeps on interrupting. But if you weren't working then you most likely wouldn't have met them at all, so ultimately it's a good thing.
Last night I was chatting to a Canadian guy called Christopher T Gerow (that's not how he introduced himself, he gave me his card before he left) who wrote a comic called Sojourn which was apparently quite big in the nineties. He's re-releasing it for free on his blog, a little every Friday (although he's missed a couple of weeks due to being in the UK), so I shall give it a read soon. (The inside front cover of the first issue looks pretty cool anyway)
I'm sure his name is familiar to me, but I don't know why. When I said that to him he said "It shouldn't be." There's very little information on the Internet about him or his comic (there's a different comic called Sojourn which started in 2001 which has a Wikipedia page, but not Chris's) so I have no idea where I might have heard his name. Oh well.
I also woke up wondering if I'd pissed myself (never happened before, at least not since I was a wee bairn, but there's always a first time I guess). I even felt the sheet beneath me to check. It turns out that somebody's cooking something which smells quite a lot like urine. A fishy dish of some kind. (I once ate pickled shark; that tasted a great deal like urine, and had the texture of chewing gum.)
Last night nicely illustrated one of the things I like most about being a barman: you get to meet a lot of interesting people. It's sometimes frustrating because you just want to stand and chat with them, but work keeps on interrupting. But if you weren't working then you most likely wouldn't have met them at all, so ultimately it's a good thing.
Last night I was chatting to a Canadian guy called Christopher T Gerow (that's not how he introduced himself, he gave me his card before he left) who wrote a comic called Sojourn which was apparently quite big in the nineties. He's re-releasing it for free on his blog, a little every Friday (although he's missed a couple of weeks due to being in the UK), so I shall give it a read soon. (The inside front cover of the first issue looks pretty cool anyway)
I'm sure his name is familiar to me, but I don't know why. When I said that to him he said "It shouldn't be." There's very little information on the Internet about him or his comic (there's a different comic called Sojourn which started in 2001 which has a Wikipedia page, but not Chris's) so I have no idea where I might have heard his name. Oh well.