Ales And Cake

It was my partner’s birthday yesterday – Happy Birthday, Shantoo! – and what had we done?

I gave her some pressies: As she is one o’ dem Eighties-reprobate Cyndi Lauper fans, I got her a rare shaped picture-disc single of ‘She Bop’ (a full body photo of Cyndi in outrageous Eighties garb and the disc is cut to her shape, and it even comes with a cardboard stand for erection, ah-hem); this was, I believe, the first ever mainstream song about female masturbation composed and sung by a woman – a fact which my partner finds most, er, stimulating. Also got her a gigantic heap of They Might Be Giants c.d.s she didn’t yet have (and one d.v.d.), as they are her favourite band. Yes, thought I’d go with a musical theme this year – Da-dadada-Daaah!

We went for sweets in the city and then out to St. Kilda for an expensive selection of cakes for today’s cake fest. being held at our pad at 4PM for the attendance of local pals.

Then we performed some other actions not irregular to the human body but I’m feelin’ all shy-like to say.

A while later two drunkards appeared at our door. Stewart and, shortly after, Rupert. They had been at the pub and were full of hugs, swear-words, beer, of course, and arms filled with a large cane hutch with no shelves in it that they’d found on the street somewhere. There was rolling upon the floor from Stewart in sturdy laughter at his own mad comments and then he lay down outside near the gutter and smoked and talked about the mathematics of personality or something, and about appreciating people outside one’s own generation. Rupert kept trying to get the tobacco pouch off him and was filming us with his mobile-’phone’s motion picture camera, but then felt that he had to go to the supermarket at 4AM to buy tea-cake, and then off home to bed. The sight of the two of them trundling drunkenly across the road with cane hutch in arm put me in mind of claymation creatures escaped from a BBC children’s production and let loose upon a planet alien to their blurry antennae-orbs and bumbly cognizaances. My partner and I shared a guffaw over that, and no mistake!