Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: December 01, 2006

spring
everytime i take a picture on this subway platform, someone appears in the background surrounded by blur.

an unhappy ending

last night, i went for a $40 an hour massage at a place up the road from the apartment.
thought it might help the bad back i was getting from lugging my book around town.


an hour after the massage, my right hand was tingling with pins and needles.
and this morning, i could hardly move my neck in any direction without stabbing pains in my shoulders.

so i went to see a chiropractor who charged me $185 (to help me over the $40 massage).
bargain.

i've never seen a chiropractor before.
had to fill in a questionaire first.
i do a lot of interviews/ questionaires and i find it hard not to write smart-assed answers these days.
to the questions 'do you do any exercise? what's your favourite movement and how often do you do it?'
i answered 'no. the dirty shuffle and as often as possible'.

it was almost a non contact session (unlike the chinese pounding i got the night before) and one moment involved the gentle application of pressure to the roof of my mouth while i pulled my feet towards me while i inhaled etc...
strange.
but apparently it cured neurological damage and i was restored to well balanced.

??%&&^$£@**

very crazy golf

me and the frances were both sad not to find some crazy golf in vegas having driven straight past a great one on route there last week.

so greg pointed us in the direction of one in queens.
and we rode the 7 subway out there.

as we arrived it started to rain lightly.
neither of us had coats.
at least i had a hoodie.
ms.hood was only wearing a zz top t-shirt so wrapped her scarf around her: she looked like an eastern european refugee whilst trying and failing to stay warm and dry.
it was REALLY raining half way through the 18 holes of crazy.
frances complaining that the wind and rain was throwing her off her stroke.

i think the mini golf man thought we were quite odd to play in the rain without the proper apparel.
we explained we were english and that seemed to make sense to him.

got soaked and caught the subway back.
this picture by the frances shows me trying to retrieve both our balls from the fortunately empty water hazard.
not quite sure how we'd have got our golf balls back if it was full.
(the bit i'm standing in should be deep water)

got some heavy prescription painkillers and went to see 'borat' at the cinema.
the drugs kicked in over dinner and i had to go back to the apartment and crash out at 8.30pm: woo hoo.