So, Thursday was the cardboard flight to Geneve, and on Friday we went skiing...
The skiing was slow, wet, cautious, a little dangerous actually so after a couple of hours yours truly decided to have a little fun. Maximum speed down a wet slope with minimum vision (we're skiing in the clouds), it took about five seconds to realise that this was a major league shit idea. I took one turn to kill the speed and the next turn belted my dumb ass down the slope and gave me a whack in the head and a good few rolls. Also huge bruised knee, sprained neck and stomach muscles.
I took it slow for a bit after that. Then I got smacked in the head by a button lift, they don't usually come at head height but this one did. I had to go to medical and get three stitches, blood everywhere, shocking mess. Well, I didn't sleep much that night. The next day I just limped along and acted like a miserable git, it always intrigues me how much I like acting like a miserable git, why is that?
But now I'm back in BXL I was thinking about that Black & White song by Michael Jackson. He wrote that when he was bleaching his skin and straightening his hair.
It has to be said that in the mid eighties Jackson was treated like a genius. Now his problem is he can't figure out how to be a bastard, which is what pop culture does now. He could do worse than join a death metal band. If Jackson can be an Antichrist he'll sell more cd's than ever.
I say Micheal Jackson / Slayer duet; "Spirit in the Black". They could also do "Hell Awaits" but that might be out of Mick's league, that song needs presence and heavy. Or Sepultura, they like weird shit, who doesn't?
Enjoy your pudding!