One of the things I turned up recently is a thurible. It’s likely Islamic in origin, I’m not certain. But it’s the perfect accessory to my obsession with smoky sniffs. With a little disc of treated charcoal and a pinch of Frankincense resin, I can make the whole world smell of ritual, and entertain the cats with a swingy thing into the bargain. I changed the cat litter the other day as it was ponging out the bathroom, and twenty minutes wandering around with this thing was enough to get the memory out of my nostrils.
Now I’ve got some weird stinky oud, loads of Frankincense and a lifetime worth of Japanese temple incense. I burn things all the time, but I would have to be dedicated and hardworking to successfully burn everything I currently own before I fuck off into another existence.
The cats are lying on me at the moment else I’d spark it up and wang around the place swinging smoke and pretending I’m a proper sanctioned holy man rather than just an enthusiastic exponent of ritual and belief.
They’ve been a little put out with me, the cats, as I’ve been going through the crap in the fridge today and then banging around with pots and pans cooking when they expect me to just chill out. Lot and I were bopping in the living room to Tears For Fears on the Alexa. And Bananarama. They were unimpressed. I’m going to spare them an evening of weird smoke and just curl up with them now. It’s cold. I put a light duvet on last night so Lou and I don’t cook at night. Now the temperature has dropped so I’m clinging to these felines for warmth and dammit it’s June.
The contents of the fridge make a great deal more sense now. I’ve been making a start on line learning. Tomorrow I’m meeting a wonderful mad collaborator and hopefully there’ll be some work soon, making people smile. And I get to hang with a best friend tomorrow oh my God I never get to hang with her and she is coming to the premier of a delightful bonkers British comedy movie I’m lucky enough to have a small part in. Wahoo.
AlBarclay 