The trouble with blogging and generally writing and producing artwork on the internet (or anywhere else for that matter) it that time runs away with itself and 5, 6, or more hours can disappear in an eyeblink…
Last Thursday night was to be a ‘reading’ night, where I would catch up on what my blogging friends were up to. So off I started at around 11pm…
… Rainforest Robin was in the middle of a hot valley, with lizards under her partners trainers (go there) and Angie had managed to get another episode of “Laura” posted up (It’s like Desperate Housewives without the censorship)…Angie has four blogs in total, another one of which “Time and Oft” is a really interesting missive about vintage postcards – tonights postcard was about a world war one soldier on a short leave in a country house, before he returned to the front line…
A rumble from my stomach heralded the start of the midnight hunger pangs, so in the middle of Janet’s blog, I thought I’d get something from the fridge. I remembered that I had bought a beef roll the previous night and hadn’t got around to eating it, so I picked up the still-wrapped roll, made a cup of coffee and pottered back to my laptop and went back to Janet and her natural mix of spirituality and humour.
I was just finishing Janet’s post, when I thought that the taste of my spicy roll tasted a bit sweet/pungent…but I dismissed the thought and when onto Tamera’s latest post. Tammy (bet she hate’s that handle) was in an usually humorous mode. Tamera was the first blogger to read any of my posts and is a mine of good sense and strong opinions.
(This beef roll tastes great. Really pungent musty spices)
Munching away, I went onto Brainteaser who mixes spirituality with meaningful poetry. Sherma’s writing is beautiful….and then onto Ravenscawl who I have neglected lately, amongst other great writers, due to my theatre-work going into overdrive. (between us we’ve produced a great translator for “wordpress.com, complete with little country flags – see the sidebar.
By now it was around 1.30am and my eyelids were drooping a little, so I left my darkened middle-room and headed for the brightness of the kitchen (and yet another caffeen shot)…I like to work in the dark. It runs in the family; Christina used to spend all her evenings in the dark – the light of the street-lamps was enough for her and gave a bit of a romantic glow to her front room. It’s gentle in the dark, or half-light.
Returning to the fray, I next looked at timethief, who writes a very authoratitive technical blog – and who is also very spiritual….and…on… to…Sue (sdk 1988) great rock star drawings, good sense and great videos…soul-to-soul.com is really worth having a look.
I have always been partial to rolls and pasties and this particular culinary delight was really unusual. It was marketed as a ‘beef’ roll, but it could have been any sort of meat, as the taste was quite unique.
I was begining to feel rather ‘coffeed-out’, so I entered the kitchen once again and made a mug of ‘Rosy-Lee’.
I returned with my hot tea and to Lilly of Lilly’s life that most formidable (but not forbidding!) writer, who always makes me feel that I could never write with the fluidity she possesses…and she’s so..well ‘Charismatic’ (so go there)….a good read…and then onto another cup of coffee (2.30am).
It’s partly my fault and also partly because of the erratic schedule of ‘touring’ that I suffer from diverticulitus – anyone else who spends a week or so feeling grotty every few months will understand. It’s mostly my fault though – I’m a ‘none-reconstructed-male’ or in other words a ‘lazy old git’ who has never learnt to cook and who really needs a diet of boiled vegetables and steamed fish (and boredom). My normal intake of Burger King, Tandoori Night(mares), Oriental fillings, Mexican Tacho’s and all, has stupidly left me with a strong exterior, but with an interior with the paint flaking-off a bit.
It was around 3am when I reached ChrissyMarie (to whom I have dedicated a widget on the sidebar – go and have a look for Card Craft.) and finished the beef roll – well almost – around 11 twelfths of the way through the foot-long torpedo, I decided that I’d had enough and that to further taunt divertic….
You see, I had switched on the light and in my hand, festered the remaining 12th of the rotten, rancid, one month old, green and black nightmare I had been intermittently munching on for the past hour – I had picked the wrong roll from the ‘fridge.
(do not read on if you are of a sensitive disposition – I hold no responsibility for your fate, if you continue further)
It took a timeless moment for me to rationalise the situation:
I knew I had to be sick. I didn’t want to vomit – and I hate that word…’vomit’. I have played at two theatres in England which perform ‘in the round’ and the entrance their stage or arena area, is via two entrance chutes or ‘Vometories’ - I have never made an entrance at either of the two venues, when I didn’t feel a little queasy.
I could feel the saliva rushing to my mouth (I told you not to read on!) but I decided, as I stumbled to the loo, that it was for the best.
Only that I wasn’t sick.
No matter what I tried, the rotten roll stayed down.
I returned to the kitchen, seriously worried. I tried to work out the best time to phone Tim, our company manager. Would I be too ill to phone at around 9am – should I phone earlier? It was already 3.30am and I had to be up by nine.
Somewhere out of the distant recesses of my mind, the memory regurgitated, of the time I choreographed and performed in a show in Margate. I had rented a flat for the season and had decided to domesticate myself (I’ve grown up now and accepted reality) and cook myself an omelette. It looked very appetising when it was ready, but I had added far, far too much salt and I was subsequently violently ill.
So I took a half-pint tumbler and stirred as much salt into it as it would take. When the mixture had reached well beyond saturation-point, like a small silver sand-storm-twister at the bottom of the glass, I downed it in one gulp.
not even a burp
I remembered Liz telling me that people sometimes died from food poisoning. But to snuff it from a rancid roll?
What an utterly stupid way to depart this life
“Please God, don’t let me be remembered with a snigger!”
I remembered my mother’s words, in case of an unexpected hospital visit: so I showered and changed my clothes, tidied up the front room so that the paramedics wouldn’t be shocked at the state of the house and then, as the early grey light of dawn slowly illuminated my garden (for the last time?) I laid down on the bed fully clothed to wait for the inevitable onset of terminal stomach-pains…
The last chapter of Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” finds
Scrooge in a state of delight upon waking and finding that he is still alive…
…I awoke suddenly at 9am. I was lying in exactly the same position, on top of the bedclothes, with my cellphone by my side. I got up slowly and made my way to the kichen. There on the table lay the remainder of the beef roll. It was disgusting. I made a cup of tea and sipped it carefully – would the hot tea activate the poisonous snack? Half an hour later, it became apparent that I had escaped unharmed – I had not the slightest symptom of digestive upset and although it was to be several hours before I could bring myself to eat, I felt completely well.
Had I survived because of an iron constitution? Had the salt-water cocktail saved me from digestive demise? Or had God indeed listened to my prayer and with celestial good humour, decided to spare me the epitaph of being “done in by a spicy beef roll”.
Upon finding that he is still alive, Scrooge changes his ways and uses his hoarded money to help all he meets, especially Tiny Tim.
So was I hoarding something – something that I could share with others, to give thanks for being spared food poisoning – or worse?
Then it came to me – I very seldom respond to all the kind comments on my posts, unlike Robin, Lilly or Tamera (and all) and furthermore. I had been given two awards, which I had not passed on or shared in any way…
Scrooge makes amends…
The “Arte y Pico” Given to me by Lilly of Lilly’s Life – Thank you so much Lilly, I really couldn’t believe it when you gave me this award.
I had been blogging away (it seemed) to no-one (noone) and suddenly there I had a recognition that made me very happy and also tad shy…
Upon winning this award you are tasked with the following rules…
- You have to pick 5 blogs that you consider deserve this award for their creativity, design, interesting material, and also for contributing to the blogging community, no matter what language
- Each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone.
- Each award winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given her or him the award itself.
- Award-winner and the one who has given the prize have to show the link of “Arte y Pico” blog, so everyone will know the origin of this award. http://arteypico.blogspot.com
So my “Arte y Pico” people are: (Scrooge smiles and doffs his stovepipe hat)
Janet of http://janetgardner.blogspot.com/
Chrissy of http://chrissymaries.blogspot.com
Tamera of http://pentads.blogspot.com
Angie of Time and Oft (Okay Angie ~ Laura can have some of the glory as well)
…and Scott Sheperd of Don’t Manage Your Stress – Rekindle Your Spirit, who has a couple of blogs which are really, really excellent and who is also a great guy.
So guys…You’d better not be lazy like me, but get to work with your own awards (or watch what you eat!)
Then Janet of Dolly’s Daily Diary gave me the “Brillante” Award, which I have also been hoarding and which has been gathering dust on my cyber sideboard…
I now bestow the award to the following nine bloggers…
…”Ahem”… (clears old parched throat)… My “Brillante” Awards are to: (Scrooge smiles, his features cracking into an unaccustomed grin)…
Robin Easton of “Rainforest Robin” ~she got her Arte y Pico from Lilly at the same time as old Scrooge here…so dry off my dear and collect your award - you wonderful writer: http://nakedineden.com/nakedinedenblog/
Sherma of BrainTeaser – A great writer and poet… (and truly, truly scrumptious)
Lilly of Lilly’s Life ~ Just the best (she already has the Arte y Pico on her mantlepiece)
Truebird of The Birds in the Meadow ~ A real nature person, a self-confessed biophiliac and an excellent photographer – so go and see her work – her writing and photography and eat your heart out…
Eric S of Ruminations of a Small Town Mountain Boy ~ I’ve only just “met” Eric. He has a really classy blog and I’m looking forward to reading him each week. (He’s also very caring)
Ravenscawl – http://ravenscawl.wordpress.com/ As he says “Mental Cannon-Fodder. Kem Shahol cares a lot and probably hurts a lot. He makes me realise how easy it is to go through life, blindfolded to the injustice all around.
Sue Kleiner of Pencil Sketches and Art http://soul-to-soul.com – great vid’s and rock stars, artwork and humanity.
Liara Covert (Liara5) of Dreambuilders Australia – A daily blog on what I could term spiritual human behavior. Liara has great insight and experience ~ she is another great writer I have neglected recently.
timethief of …This Time This Space – timethief is a strange mixture of spirituality and technical expertise. Again…another great blogger I have neglected recently.
So “Brillante” guys…put your award on your blogs and smile.
“Brillante” rules are…
1. Put the logo on your blog.
2. Add a link to the person who awarded you.
3. Nominate at least seven other blogs.
4. Add links to those blogs on your blog.
5. Leave a message for your nominee on their blog. Picks I have made are under no obligation to do a post in this award. But enjoy it…
...Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely
more;and to Tiny Tim, who did NOT die, he was a second father.
He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man
as the good old City knew, or any other good old city, town,
or borough in the good old world. Some people laughed to see
the alteration in him, but he let them laugh, and little heeded
them; for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened
on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their
fill of laughter in the outset; and, knowing that such as these
would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as well that they
should wrinkle up their eyes in grins as have the malady in less
attractive forms. His own heart laughed: and that was quite
enough for him.
(Charles Dickens ~ A Christmas Carol)
Finally, we are now in Lugnasadh and it is probably nearer the real birthday of Jesus, as opposed to his official one ~ well even Queen Elizabeth has two birthdays…
And so, as
Tiny Tim observed, God bless Us, Every One!
As for me…I am so chuffed at receiving the awards, I’m going to put them on the sidebar of Flowers and Scorpions for a good long while, even though they both relate to this blog. It’s just that I can’t put them on a wordpress sidebar (I’m stupid) but I will put a link back to this blog.
Stop Press! Ravenscawl has just emailed me the code to put the awards on the sidebar (he’s just “Brill” – Thanks Kem)
I’m so happy about them….THANKS.
PS: Anyone fancy a Spicy Beef Roll?