The northlondonhippy

Archive for November 30th, 2007

I grant you per­mis­sion to prod my neck or clasp my wrist. Indeed, I do still pos­sess a pulse for I remain alive and nearly well.

I haven’t been ill, not really. I’ve been suf­fer­ing from a mal­ady known as overwork-itis and I am the cause of this afflic­tion. I’ve worked 10 out of the last 13 nights, with tonight being my final night — num­ber 11. Go me. After that, I’m off for a cou­ple of weeks to catch my breath and catch up with you guys.

So much for my 100 post thing, you might pos­si­bly be think­ing. Well, I am here to tell ya that 100 days hasn’t passed yet. I can still catch up. How do you know I won’t snort a shit load of crys­tal meth and stay up for 6 days and nights, doing noth­ing but blogging?

You know this, because I’m telling you, I shan’t be ingest­ing any hor­ri­ble, crappy, man-made shite! This hippy don’t do class A drugs no more, anyway!

But I can still catch up. I haven’t counted to see how behind I am, but I’m sure its not an insur­mount­able num­ber. This hippy is a hippy that can do! And does! And will…!

Fuck, I might start buy­ing into my own hype. Naw, I’m far to cyn­i­cal and clever for that. Besides, its not like I’m actu­ally sell­ing any­thing. Every­thing I do, I do for you, for free! When’s the last time you got an invoice from this hippy?

I wouldn’t know how to charge for this shit, any­way. Just send me your credit card num­bers (and don’t for­get the 3 digit sig­na­ture strip num­ber too) and I’ll buy myself some­thing pretty, on you.

Wouldn’t you like to buy me some­thing pretty? Like a Porsche? Noth­ing says you love me like a finely engi­neered Ger­man sports car. And I’m going to be 45 years old in Jan­u­ary, don’t you think I’m ready for a mid-life-crisis mobile?

And speak­ing of gifts, I’m sure I’m not the only one who you’re shop­ping for because it’s Christ­mas soon. That means this hippy’s hol­i­day shop­ping guide will be com­ing soon too. As a fer­vent con­sumer of every­thing, I am well-placed to help you choose gifts for peo­ple I’ve never met…as long as they are cool peo­ple, but if you’re read­ing my blog, you must be cool and every­one you know is cool too. It’s sim­ple math, really.

Are you dig­ging it? Groovy!