Things I'll miss:
The "are you naked Katie?".... just before she enters the room.
Our little bitty landlord being all small about things
The clothes line snapping without notice
The neighbours- particularly Philip. They will miss us too.
Katie opening the door everyday (at around 1pm) and greeting the "morning".
Mandy Moore impersonations.
Hiding the Examiner- They were under the couch or between the couch cushions and wood thing.
Moving around on the couch to maintain the signal on the tv.
Eastenders comment time
Home and Away comment time.
The Muslim!!!!!!!!
The fact that we lived in a lady girl house
The fact that we had a spare room converted into an art studio.
Spencers keen ability to pick up broadband.
The toilet roll famine
The shower
Showering in aforementioned appliance and praying that slippage and broken limbs would not occur.
Getting stuck in the beanbag and not being able to get back up.
Trying to open the letter box with the biggest knife available to us.
The attempt at American Football in the house and on the street.
Katie's random interpretive dance to anything noise worthy.
Her impression of advertisements heard on the television (tone deaf..cough).
Stalking my neighbour who is having an affair.
Being recognised as the only two persons under the age of ninety on the street. Other than the toddlers.
The kids thinking it is cool to use my garden as a DUMP, PLAYGROUND AND SOCIAL RING. I was cool with it like.
Saturday
Wednesday
I have never been terribly academic and that would be what has led to my downfall- I think....
But I have to study about Bushman Rock art- in caves to be more precise. There is a people called South African Bushmen, or San people who decided that they were bored due to a serious lack of MTV an decided that the best way to spend their days was to draw/paint and engrave randomly on walls, all over the Kalahari desert (post 400AD- naturally). They had numerous process's to create petroglyphs on walls- Pounding (bashing a hard rock off a flat rock surface, it wasn't a tidy process by any means, it was ragged and had a blurry outline) and Pecking is whereby the san people hit one hard stone off another in a hammer chisel type way and that pecked out the ships in the wall....... It is all very fascinating.
But having read about these people in the last couple of hours I cannot go without saying that they are obviously bloody mental. They loved an antelope called an Eland just because it was fat for god say, they thought there was something perfectly fantastical about it- obviously not supporters of the size zero generation. They also had a trance like state that they loved to reach, even though it made them suffer from awful nose bleeds and they looked like plonkers during the trance, kneeling down and bending forward with their arms outstretched behind them and for some unknown reason they had a finger pointing forward.
There is this archaeologist David Lewis Williams (aka: the idiot to wrote too many articles while high) who believes that we cannot understand the art of these people without understanding the people themselves..... yes... quite.
Am perfectly aware that this blog is ridiculously nerdish, but I will not apologise for it.
We must all be educated on the important matters.
But I have to study about Bushman Rock art- in caves to be more precise. There is a people called South African Bushmen, or San people who decided that they were bored due to a serious lack of MTV an decided that the best way to spend their days was to draw/paint and engrave randomly on walls, all over the Kalahari desert (post 400AD- naturally). They had numerous process's to create petroglyphs on walls- Pounding (bashing a hard rock off a flat rock surface, it wasn't a tidy process by any means, it was ragged and had a blurry outline) and Pecking is whereby the san people hit one hard stone off another in a hammer chisel type way and that pecked out the ships in the wall....... It is all very fascinating.
But having read about these people in the last couple of hours I cannot go without saying that they are obviously bloody mental. They loved an antelope called an Eland just because it was fat for god say, they thought there was something perfectly fantastical about it- obviously not supporters of the size zero generation. They also had a trance like state that they loved to reach, even though it made them suffer from awful nose bleeds and they looked like plonkers during the trance, kneeling down and bending forward with their arms outstretched behind them and for some unknown reason they had a finger pointing forward.
There is this archaeologist David Lewis Williams (aka: the idiot to wrote too many articles while high) who believes that we cannot understand the art of these people without understanding the people themselves..... yes... quite.
Am perfectly aware that this blog is ridiculously nerdish, but I will not apologise for it.
We must all be educated on the important matters.
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