Wednesday, April 11, 2007

repudiate here



as if to illustrate, a sleight for you slender slummocky amoralists. here's a brief and disinterested overview: Killing Joe's 'Plasteroid' is heard. In another rum, via baby-mnitoring-dvice, is heard something by Sof Machine; some seemingly liv impro or oth. The walls are newly-plstered, but the job is low on fnish and unfnished. This adds to thngs. How could it sbtract? He is paid at the end of the. It is now .day. He paid the plsterer with a che. The plsterer was not best-ple. But uck hm. Tomorrow he will buy a

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Blogger St. Anthony said...

Great stuff ... if the plsterer dsn't lke it, he can uck off.

Thursday, April 12, 2007 6:00:00 pm  
Blogger Geddy Lee Helium Voice. said...

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Friday, April 13, 2007 3:26:00 am  
Blogger Geddy Lee Helium Voice. said...

Thanks. Dropping those letters seems to add to the intended polemic!

Have dealt with a few contractor types lately - not a plasterer, though. It seems to me there's a lot of effing bullshite out there. I'm quite 'handy', as they say - I can do a few DIYish things, fix things. I had that kind of Dad, and I used to be a mechanic in my youth, done light engineering, I'm practical, as they say. So, I'm not stupid with these things. Some contractors walse in thinking you are though. Me have long hair helps this. They think: hippy, he'll not know what I'm talking about. I think: here is my web, attach yourself, cretin. I let them talk. Best one was a cold call one evening. He'd looked around our humble abode, Cafe Abdab. He knocked. Said that bit between the roof and the brick, like the eaves - don't know what it's called! - is 'shot at'. Not all of it. Just 'round the front. I indulged him. He took me 'round. He said the back is fine, the front needs replacing. 100s of pounds. But they have an offer at present. Sounds good, I said. I indulged him. Then I sent him away - because I was having my tea, or dinner as they say down here! Best of it is, I'd painted the back - a nice white colour, not done the front at that time. The fucker couldn't tell the difference; he couldn't tell it was painted one side unpainted the other! How impressively professional! Such blather. Rip-off Britain it's called these days, isn't it? They just prey on the ignorant. How do they sleep? Bring back the pillory and rack up that rotten fruit. I'll cast the first pineapple, by all means.

Friday, April 13, 2007 3:30:00 am  

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