There’s a Journal of Internal Medicine paper doing the rounds of the internet which describes the curing of hiccups using “digital rectal massage”. The thing is this shouldn’t really be a surprise to anyone, even the internet. What sometimes seems another life time ago I accidentally collected hiccup cures beginning with my favourite, a spoon full of vinegar. The thing is back in 2006 that paper actually took a share of an Ig Nobel.
There’s nothing new really—we know, if you have persistent hiccups try sticking a finger up your arse; though I still think the alternative recommendation of an orgasm sounds better.
As I write this, tapping on a phone, I am sat in the Green Dragon. Our pub; our place. How many times have I sat tapping like this, messaging you? How many times have I sat here with you, the madness around us?
There are things different, the subtle changes unnoticed with constant attention but jarring when time is allowed to intervene. I am left in a world where I sat and loved so much with you but with a disconnect, a side step, into a slightly different place.
Today I went to Coe Avenue for likely the last time. It was empty. The one place we ever shared, however disrupted. There is so much familiar and yet so much empty.
I carry on. Things change when unobserved by the eye’s blinking. And somehow you are left in time, seconds subtly mounting while no one looks. I do not want you so far away.
I can close my eyes in such a familiar place and you are there, within the blinks. You are there and I feel you and sometimes I do not want open those eyes again and see all those changes. Do not want you to be somewhere in the blinks of time.
The was a surprise at the start with effectively a full set (all the way to the interval) warm-up by the funny Nick Doody (who needs a website!). That didn’t detract from Dave’s show at all though, once he got going. Ubiquitous projector behind him, his observations were as always spot on and, above all, funny. I’ll even forgive the discussions of selfies which made me feel old when Dave pulled up photos I recognised from earlier tours and realised just how long ago they were!
Just noticed the outcry over changes to Cadbury Cream Eggs. I’ve resisted them so far this year, despite their appearance in shops being my personal sign that Christmas has arrived. If half of what I’m reading is true then this is a national disgrace. It was bad enough they changed the shape of Dairy Milk but this, this is a total outrage!!! War may be declared.