Heavy Words Are So Lightly Thrown

My Dear Fellow,

I was an idiot tonight. I mean, not "just" tonight, I'm a blithering buffoon all too often but tonight I decided it was such a lovely evening I would walk home from Henrick's bar.

Rewind a little. So tonight I met Princess Normal to see the film "Baby Driver". I think we both sorta kinda liked it, but in a qualified way. It has a good soundtrack and is edited very cleverly. But let's face it, if you find yourself talking about the editing of a movie, it's not one you are in love with.

But that didn't matter too much. The Princess bought tickets in the first class section which is exactly the same as what she called "the scabby section" only you get to sit there for an hour before the film starts and they bring you wine.

"I'm sure they're not all scabs back there," added the Princess. She's considerate of other people's feelings like that.

So the Princess made me laugh as she always does. She is just a very funny woman. She told me even her daughter's teacher thinks so after she asked him if he ever secretly wanted to beat the children.

As always, I'm focussing on her banter, because she excels at it. But she also handed me some sage advice later in the evening. She's a good listener, is the Princess.

So it was a good evening as always and I was in such a good frame of mind I decided to walk and blip all the way home. I love taking pictures of the dark, contrasted with the lights. Somehow they seem more immediate to me. I think I have found my oeuvre*.

So my walk home took some time with me blipping every few yards. The problem was I needed to PEE really badly. Well, let me qualify that. I only needed to pee between Tollcross and Princes Street. The "really badly" part kicked in heading across Charlotte Square. By the time I reached Stockbridge I was at Pee DefCon Two. Basically, just one step away from activating the launch sequence.

So that is why I am an idiot. Suffering for my art and Lamaze-breathing my way home. "Just a little further. Non-pee thoughts. I'm dry as a desert. I am the Sahara. I am the Gobi..." Fortunately I made it up the stairs to my flat without incident.

It's now an hour later. My bladder still feels distended and I've been back in for two of those "encore pees" you need to do when you've left it too long. My favourite picture of the night is attached, with more in the extras. Were they worth it? Certainly not. But as I mentioned at the very start, I am frequently an idiot.

On a non self-absorbed front, a friend passed me some very good news of their own today and I am very happy about that. I am thinking of buying a fruit hat in anticipation.

Parsones

* French for "hoover".