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desperanceSo I had the last glass of wine from a bottle, and I clearly wasn't working, so I thought I'd settle down to watch a DVD about the Guinea Pig Club. Because that's research, and hence counts as working, of a sort.
I thought one glass of wine would see me through, and then I could have dinner, and and and.
Ten minutes in, and I am needing a gin. So far we've only come through the accidents - no, that's the wrong word: if somebody shoots at you and hits you, that may be many things but it's not an accident - through the incidents that put these guys in hospital. Everything that follows is yet to come. There are heroisms all around us, but these guys are extraordinary. (Or were, most likely: the documentary was made ten years ago, and they were in their eighties then. But still. The record is just crackling with life. And I am coming over all sentimental, and much in need of gin.)
I thought one glass of wine would see me through, and then I could have dinner, and and and.
Ten minutes in, and I am needing a gin. So far we've only come through the accidents - no, that's the wrong word: if somebody shoots at you and hits you, that may be many things but it's not an accident - through the incidents that put these guys in hospital. Everything that follows is yet to come. There are heroisms all around us, but these guys are extraordinary. (Or were, most likely: the documentary was made ten years ago, and they were in their eighties then. But still. The record is just crackling with life. And I am coming over all sentimental, and much in need of gin.)