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Written on April 24, 2005, and categorized as Secret and Invisible.
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Saturday was a day of great effort, personal culmination, and domestic reward, the miraculous and welcome event being the arrival of my gorgeous girlfriend at my place (now our place) with boxes and books and bed to live with me. Yours truly happy.

It was stressful, but we did it. We went to the pub to chill out. We’ve both been working really hard, not seen enough of each other. Then moved. We had a stiff drink. We sorted out our miscommunications. We forgave each other. We kissed. We went gladly to bed. We slept like babies and I had my first major dream this week.

Now, I have previously dreamed of writing, making art and music, but my choice of blogging subject has never before invaded my dreamlife. With all the hours I have spent over the last ten days meeting and interviewing my local candidates, my mind has become corrupted to the point I dreamed last night that Tony Blair was on the Holloway Road, greeting me with a warm handshake. It was windy and sunny, fresh but shirtsleeve weather. The image was definitely conjured up from having met the rosetta-bearing Green Party candidate in the park near there the previous day.

Immediately I asked him “Tony, how do you pronounce your wife’s name?”

As we strode down the rode together towards Highbury Corner, he answered me out of the side of his mouth, stressing the 2nd syllable. “Cherie

Funny thing to do, I thought, talk out of the side of the mouth, like a cowboy, discretely.

He’s telling you something without revealing what he’s saying on the other side, like people do sometimes, when they want to direct a comment to you without revealing what they are saying to the room, or to the street. It’s become a Hollywood comic mannerism, but people really do that sometimes, normally in a public context where they may be overheard to their disadvantage. Board rooms, lobbies, chambers, you know. Anybody could hear.

We chatted a while but I couldn’t get his odd mannerism out of my head.

Was he taking me into his confidence? Was he making a joke? What was he being so secretive about?

Was he implying that the pronounciation of his wife’s name was something that shouldn’t be widely spread around?

“Cherie” I said. He nodded.

Never got a chance to ask him about George Bush.

As a result of this weekend, I have inherited the most comfortable mattress, and I shall be putting it to experimental dreaming and other use in the next few days.

God Bless This Funky Place And All Who Sail In Her.

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  1. dave bones
    Posted 25 April, 2005 at 12:15 pm | Permalink

    Just call her the wide mouth frog

  2. transience
    Posted 26 April, 2005 at 4:07 am | Permalink

    that was a lot of milestones, deek! congratulations. though i am a tad bothered by the political blogging dream. maybe there’s an insurrection in your head?

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