Sunday, 22 May 2011

post apocalyptic post

It’s Sunday, May 22nd. Nothing unusual in that except that the Rapture was due to have taken place  yesterday at 6pm, local time.  Good job it didn’t because that was the exact time a group of us were enjoying wine, chilled beer and canapés at the Unification show in Cheltenham. Everone was there; Andy, Nathan, JB, Chris Spaceman, Roger Bigland, Darling # 1, Various and Yoke + Zoom. A mighty time was had by one and all but, imagine if, instead of enjoying Roger’s oil’s, Mr Spaceman's Spacemen or JB’s fabrics, members of the audience had begun floating upwards through the shop’s lighting and air con systems and off into the ether. I exclude from this the pneumatic blonde in the little black number who looked capable of rapture, ruptures and a little trip to heaven with or without divine intervention.

Robbie and Jean prepare for Unification

So, a top show, part of the Cheltenham Science Festival and afterwards it was on to Meantime Project Space where we were made to feel welcome with cocktails, arts quiz and even a blow on the Bass Clarinet. I’m delighted to be able to report that my team won! Darling Number 1 chipped in during the Literature round with a Dickens here and some Little Women there, and even Various Artist lit up the music section on the Eve of Destruction. Good to see Charlie again and be reminded what an enormous brain he has. Pitt disgraced himself with a fit of the giggles during the instrumental break but apart from that behaved himself.    

Returning to the Rapture I was bemused by the thought of lots of what can we call them……..believers…….idiots..…..Americans……….all heading to Florida in their Buick station wagons and Oldsmobiles  because of course Disneyland is the  only natural site of any second coming. Straight Outta Nazareth. Anyhow my theory is that the Rapture would be about 20 minutes late. At around 6.17 an early middle aged man in Eastern dress will emerge from the Back to the Future ride going ‘Phew, that was awesome, you guys gotta try it……….wait, sorry, no time”. Or was it Groundhog Day………

To finsh on an upbeat note, I received a text from A to say that her tumours had shrunk by 10mm. She said that it didn’t sound like a lot but hey, God moves in mysterious ways. Night all.         

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