I’ve come across the desert, To greet you with a smile
I feel like I’ve inadvertently stepped off a cliff. To be fair I imagine not many people advertently step off cliffs, I mean if you’re intentionally going off that cliff, be it for purposes of meeting thy maker or being a bit of an idiot* I should think you’d go for a bit of a jump. But anyways, geeky desire to clarify aside, this cliff (metaphorical just to be clear) I didn’t even bloody intend to visit it…
Don’t get me wrong, I like nice scenery and am plenty keen on visiting all manner off different places…but cliffs, no. Cliffs were not really in my guidebook…As far as I was aware I was wandering about a pretty, but intermittently treacherous park…The roses are pretty, but they have thorns like you wouldn’t believe…some days its been a field of orange gerberas, pink carnations, yellow roses, peach dahlias, red tulips*…and then the next nettles, bramble and flyagarics all over the bloody place…sometimes while I wasn’t looking some bastard appeared to have mown and cutback everything, and that’s much worse than the spiky, scratchy and poisonous…But a park it was, landlocked I assumed…somewhere between the East and West Midlands.
For a couple of weeks its been over-maintained…the invisible gardener has been hard at work, mowing feverishly and clippering like a man posessed…But on Wednesday morning I sighted my favourite plant, Pulsatilla vulgaris, back again. Its a slightly sad looking flower sometimes, and though not as common as its name suggests, it certainly fulfills the vulgar element at times…but there it was, which pleased me greatly…and then I spotted it again on Thursday, over the other side of the park…I was sat amongst a jolly little yellow pansy, a spiky briar rose and a bluebell when I looked up…directly in my line of site, a little obscured by a fence and a Quinine bush, there it was…and that’s when I realised my feet weren’t on the ground anymore…that somehow, somewhere along the line, without noticing, the park had moved to the coast…and I just stepped off the edge.
*slash a fucking enormous idiot…why has that become some kind of unofficial university student sport? Seriously people does not the fact that people kill themselves in that manner given you an indication that it carries a tad more risk than nicking a supermarket trolley?
*my favourite flowers…
Tags: confusion, happy sad happy sad, oh fuck, Squeeze
It says there’s one comment on this post but I can’t see it. Am I mad or has this happened before? (I think the latter, from memory…)
You’re not mad chucken…its a pingback, which I’ve not approved or disapproved yet because I’m undecided!