Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: September 12, 2012

i am speedballing...

...on fexofenadine hydrochloride and flucloxacillin.

at the GP's surgery this morning i tell the nice doctor about my jellyfish issues.

we are just discussing the problem with patients self-diagnosing themselves online, when the doctor says he doesn't know about jellyfish stings and suggests we do a google search together.

the first thing to come up is a link for jellyfish for sale on ebay.

'i don't suppose you want to buy one, do you?' says the doctor.

i look around for hidden cameras.

i was kind of hoping for some technical expert advice that i couldn't find for myself online.

i thought he might have had some kind of pro database with some doctors only know-how.

but no.

i try to stay polite.
as i leave, the nice doctor apologises if his looking on google for answers has not given me confidence in his skills.

back at the farm, the nice doctor telephones to say he's spoken to the 'london school of tropical medicine' and they agree that his recommended course of hallucinogenic drugs is the best way forward.

i call the police
(in an unrelated incident) the safer neighbourhood team: to discuss the repeated break-ins at the factory.

they don't answer so i leave a message as instructed.
(maybe they're in hiding after the hillsborough cover-up is made public?...different force though)

the police do not call back.

jason spaceman phones me from his pocket, again
only this time instead of muffled noises of someone walking, it sounds like 4mins of someone jamming beautiful sounds.
a whole(?) exclusive recording

in my drug haze i consider how i can use this to my financial advantage.
the new hasselblad h5d comes out in december.

i talk to hasselblad about when i can get mine.
early adopting.
i do not discuss how i mean to pay for it.

we have STILL not exchanged on the factory in east london.
my levels of impatience have moved onto something more zen.
or perhaps it's the drugs?

i did phone my solicitor in a less than professional 'hey james: i'm tripping. wassssssup? can you tell me: ARE WE GONG TO EXCHANGE TODAY OR WHAT? fuck it: i'm going to bed. what's invisible and smells like carrots? invisible carrots. i know...yeah...sorry'