the boob mines

A faceless drone in the Nudie-Industrial Complex.

Jan 21

Everyday life is far out. I first realized that many years ago, when I turned on the radio and someone was asking a man to describe his most embarrassing experience. I’ve never forgotten what he said. “I was sitting at home one night, washing my trombone, when I looked through the window, and there in the moonlight on the crazy paving I saw a hedgehog. Thinking it might be thirsty, I took it out a saucer of gin. The following morning I observed that the gin was untouched. Imagine my embarrassment when I found that it wasn’t a hedgehog at all; it was a lavatory brush.” I’m sorry, but if that isn’t far out, I don’t know what is. What was he doing washing a trombone?

Oh, ok, right after I posted the previous, I discovered the above quoted paragraph in an interview with Peter O’Toole and if that’s not one of the best paragraphs ever, well, you’ll have Peter O’Toole to answer to.

And I think he can take you.


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