Annie Rhiannon

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

From my head down to my shoes

My plan to sleep on the sleeper-train didn't quite work out. I found myself recruiting other passengers to spend the entire night drinking with me in the lounge-car instead. Why oh why? I think I just felt a bit lonesome all of a sudden when I realised there wouldn't be anybody down south expecting me. No more gifts of Obama souvenirs, no more mugs with my face printed on them, no more theatre tickets, handmade jewellery, chocolate-covered malt-balls, or lavish breakfast spreads.

I know, I know: boo fuckin' hoo.

So instead I made friends with two very polite young men who kept calling me 'miss' and a very large lady with no hair and gold teeth who told me she was a crack addict. Really? I'd exclaimed, genuinely interested because I don't think I've ever made friends with a crack addict before. No, no! she'd said. I ain't got enough to go around. I was relieved to hear it, because funnily enough just the word 'crack' scares me; never mind getting addicted to it on a night-train through Kentucky with Benjy and Chuck and Bellinda-Sue. Right then, I'd said. Let's open another bottle of cab sav instead.

Hey, it's okay. I hear they don't even let you in to Memphis unless you've got the blues.

13 comments:

  1. Annie! You know that all you have to do is to smile at people and say hello!
    And ask then 2 questions about themselves and they will think that you are really interesting!
    Didn't I tell you that when you were a little girl?
    XXX

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  2. Yep, that's the way I've been working it. Going to sleep for the afternoon now though. xxx

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  3. You're right. Crack's a shit name for a drug. It's a bit like Angel Dust, isn't it? I mean, who wouldn't want some Angel Dust, eh? It sounds lovely, doesn't it? Happy and fluffy and delicious. But offer me some PCP and I'd have to say no thanks - sounds like something you'd use in packaging... Drug barons take note - giving your drug a rubbish name could be a marketing disaster.

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  4. Cake is still my favourite drug.

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  6. cake is a made up drug

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  7. You'll get a horrible head from that cab, and a bout of the depressive afters.

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  8. cake is a made up drug

    "One girl threw up her own pelvic bone"

    Classic XD

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  9. I kept thinking that we'd spend the nights getting half-pissed, but I suppose that's what happens when you come during the work-week.

    Or during an Election Night. I think I'm glad I stayed sober for that.

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  10. Mary, you even used to tell us nexts that. It's a successful theory I've taken through life and I always use at parties, work, the pub, whatever. And it works!

    Pearls of wisdom.

    EW

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  11. Drinking through the night with strangers on a train sounds fantastic. I often find myself 'recruiting' people on trains to drink and play cards with, although the fun stops when we can't afford more alcohol and pontoon gets too repetitive.

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  12. your blog is so good......

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  13. Annie,

    You write wonderfully.

    Just thought I'd say that.

    S.

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