Wednesday, December 08, 2004
APFEL STRUDEL
Had a dream last night that I was returning home on the bus when the driver took a de-tour down our close, then loads of people in their sixties and seventies got off: it turned out that they were all going to attend a Bavarian-themed party held at the flat of the Polish bloke, as mentioned a couple of days back. Some of the women were dressed in disturblingly Heidi-like garb with blonde platted hair, and some of the men were wearing those hats which are probably not deerstalker hats at all. Because the Polish bloke was out, they ended up coming round to our house, which had mysteriously become a huge light-filled studio with minimalist styling and wooded floors (ho ho, as if) and we decided to have the party right there and then.
I thanked the driver for dropping us all off at the door - not a word of acknowledgment from him, which rather put a dampener on my efforts to be polite. Mind you, the thought of the party made me have the kind of anticipatory thrill you associate with early childhood, just as you arrive at your holiday destination.
This is probably the best fun I am going to have all Christmas, but you never know. You've got to have a dream, if you don't have a dream, you'll never have a dream come true ....
... watch this space ...
I thanked the driver for dropping us all off at the door - not a word of acknowledgment from him, which rather put a dampener on my efforts to be polite. Mind you, the thought of the party made me have the kind of anticipatory thrill you associate with early childhood, just as you arrive at your holiday destination.
This is probably the best fun I am going to have all Christmas, but you never know. You've got to have a dream, if you don't have a dream, you'll never have a dream come true ....
... watch this space ...
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