A pint of Synethsesia for me … and a pint of crème de menthe for my mate ( if it’s good enough for Hercule it’s good enough for us commoners)
You know a lot of people think in pictures, politicians all think in pictures, ‘what do I think it should look like? What do I need to do to get the picture’ easy peasy. Well it would be if the world did not work in the abstract or at least in multiple layers, everything touches everything else someone will always be upset and the rule of one counts (sorry Spock, but it just does).
I said this only this morning to Alphonse as he was shooting another woodpidgeon.
‘Put yourself in its’ claws’ I said, ‘ I think you’ll find that it would rather start the new season with the chance of a visionary new relationship between preditor and game, imagines the picture as bird and vulture head out into the sunset wing in wing’.
Now it could be that this did not really come over well due to my appalling French but I like to think that I’d dropped a small acorn into the pool of Alphonses thought, so to speak. Anyway after he reloaded and another woodpidgeon headed for the rotisserie I tried again.
‘think of it as a colour that will never be seen again, an aquamarine tinged with a sunsets amber bloom, something with the taste of a great camanbert laced with the tears of a thousand angels’.
This time I thought I’d hit the lack pot, I’d got my point across. He paused, he mused, he shot the woodpidgeon.
God loves a trier, I think that’s the cliche and it seems obvious to me that I haven’t yet come up with the right picture, or I have but not the right method of getting it, a bit like every most politicians really.
Same again Marcel
Ruby&Ruch 