Saturday, 24 August 2013

I suffered for her Art, and so did she


Tonight I burnt the dinner. Why? How?

Because H.I. - seeing me fall asleep at the table - took a rare opportunity to draw me whilst I stayed still for long enough.

I asked her how long I had been asleep, but she said that she did not know, being so long absorbed in the drawing.

From the state of the food, I would say it was about an hour and a half.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

That's all I have to say.
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20 comments:

  1. John Going Gently24 August 2013 at 15:26

    She is one in a million tom
    But then...you know that

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    1. Tom Stephenson24 August 2013 at 15:33

      Trouble is, she knows that as well.

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    2. John Going Gently24 August 2013 at 15:45

      Well the fact that she drew you rather than cover you with the remains of the dinner speaks volumes

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    3. Tom Stephenson24 August 2013 at 16:42

      That hand is the one that feeds her.

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    4. Tom Stephenson24 August 2013 at 16:42

      But only literally...

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  2. Anonymous24 August 2013 at 16:52

    You look buff. Does that translate?

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    1. John Going Gently24 August 2013 at 16:56

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    2. Tom Stephenson25 August 2013 at 03:33

      Yes it does translate and I know what it means because of all the young girls who stop me on the street to say just that to me. It looks as though John had an opinion about it, but decided not to air it.

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    3. John Going Gently25 August 2013 at 07:34

      i thought better of it x

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    4. Tom Stephenson25 August 2013 at 11:53

      That doesn't mean I think any better of you as a result.

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  3. Cro Magnon24 August 2013 at 21:40

    Very nice drawing.

    You've reminded me of Pete Smith (remember him?). He was so busy working on a painting, in our bed-sit, that he failed to notice that it was on fire. Luckily I arrived home just in time to throw a few buckets of water around. His response was that he couldn't understand why he couldn't see his canvas too well. SMOKE, you idiot. I told him. The bloody place was filled with SMOKE.

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    1. Tom Stephenson25 August 2013 at 03:35

      Yes, after all these years, I now remember him again - I think he was truly a nutter. It doesn't help that I know someone here in Bath with the same name, and he is definitely not an artist, unless you count 'piss-artist'.

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  4. Britta24 August 2013 at 23:37

    Tell H.I. that I love the picture! You will enjoy it so much longer than a profane meal.

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    1. Tom Stephenson25 August 2013 at 03:37

      The meals I cook are usually verging on sacred, unless they burn in hell while I am asleep. I will tell H.I.

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  5. The Weaver of Grass25 August 2013 at 06:01

    Beautiful picture - why not auction it off on your blog (it would pay for a wasted meal)? The farmer and I often play Rummikub in the evenings and last night he fell asleep and knocked all his tiles off his rack - insisted his hand had slipped - didn't believe a word of it. Incidentally falling asleep at the table is a sure sign you are getting on in years (sorry).

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    1. Tom Stephenson25 August 2013 at 11:50

      Rummikub? Knocked all the tiles off his rack? Hand slipped? Are these innuendoes? Have I lead a sheltered life?

      Q: What do you do with a Wombat?

      A: Play Wom.

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  6. Joanne Noragon25 August 2013 at 07:25

    Considering a beautiful woman sketching, oblivious while her dinner burned, is another nice image to draw from the post.

    Did you wake with a start, or did she poke you and mention it was past time for dinner?

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    1. Tom Stephenson25 August 2013 at 11:52

      She has learnt - the hard way - that it is best not to poke me as I sleep. My old SAS training kicks in, and I cannot be held responsible for my inhumanly fast reactions.

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    2. Joanne Noragon25 August 2013 at 12:25

      SAS? You? Aren't you confusing your Tom's?

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    3. Tom Stephenson25 August 2013 at 13:10

      Maybe, but I'm not allowed to talk about it. My lips are SEALed.

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