Speaking of out of focus, check these out!
You can get a bigger version of the photos by clicking on them. Our George is a photogenic bastard, isn't he?
Before I sign off, I'd like to share something that happened to me last night. I was at a party, and there was a pretty girl sitting on my lap. Everyone in the immediate surrounds had had a bit to drink and there was much merriment. All was right with the world. Then, suddenly, unbidden, came a flash of memory that chilled the very marrow of my bones.
It was a recollection of one of Sandman's soliloquys, delivered on Good News Week almost a decade ago. In it, he recounted a similar experience where, 'at the end of year TAFE party, Gail, a mature age student, sat on my lap.' He goes on to recount an agonising forty minutes of numbness, tingling, and severe bladder pain until:
When she stood up and said 'let's go, swarthy,' I couldn't move. My legs were completely numb. All I could do was drop off the chair and wet myself. I suspect Gail was after someone who was better under pressure than me.It's funny the tricks that our minds can play, isn't it? Why did my brain call that obscure piece of memory to mind? Luckily, the lovely lady on my lap was not a mature age TAFE student named Gail, and when eventually she stood up, I managed to retain control over my bladder.
For the rest of the night my calves were sore, though.
