Between imagination and desire, between reality and ambition, between what is known and what is feared, between purpose and despair, between sense and shite, between the visible world and the inner world that straddles the curtain hung between what we know and what we think we suspect, is a dark veil that waves gently between the beckoning finger drawing us into the world of what could be and what never couldn't be impossible to dread. OR DO THEY? Perhaps it isn't. Maybe we were only dreaming?Perhaps the answers can be found in that other realm that lies between the foundry of the heart and the sweating laundry-room of the imagination where the only rhythms are the smiles of a forgotten winter and the incessant beating of the frightened human thigh that we call "Fear". Or is it?
Tonight's tale must give us pause. It is called "Flowers For Tracey" but might it rather have been called "You Have Been Warned"?
No, it might not.
Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, chief. It was comin' back, from the island of Tinian Delady, just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. Thirteen footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, chief? You tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know... was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. Huh huh. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, chief. The sharks come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know it's... kinda like ol' squares in battle like a, you see on a calendar, like the battle of Waterloo. And the idea was, the shark comes to the nearest man and that man, he'd start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark would go away. Sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a shark, he's got...lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eye. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin' and the ocean turns red and spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin' they all come in and rip you to pieces.
Y'know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men! I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand! I don't know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday mornin' chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player, boson's mate. I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and down in the water, just like a kinda top. Up ended. Well... he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. He's a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper, anyway he saw us and come in low. And three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and start to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened? Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.
NB.
I don't like wasting time with loads of emails. Pick a neutral venue, and meet up. That's why we're here ain't it?Northamptonshire's last undiscovered man. Residing in a village just outside Kettering.
Interests -
Internet
Clubbing
Pub quizzes
I'm an active member of pistonheads dot com (northants region) Try doing a search for the "Northants Run" "Dunstable Hoon" or the mythical "Rutland Rumble."
And sometimes prone to a bit of "twitching."
My favourite bands are Orbital, The Smiths, Led Zep and some modern stuff like Bloc Party, Kaisers etc.
Currently top of my playlist is "make a move on me" by Joey Negro. Appropriate for this site, I think?
I've just discovered Lacuna Coil, thanks to a friend from POF.
But I must add a warning-
The phrases "knight in shining armour", "what can I say about myself" "basically" "at the end of the day" " "bubbly personality" "to be honest" "bottle of wine and a DVD" and any textspeak WILL set my alarm bells off!
And PLEASE......"soul mate" what the **** is that when it's at home????? What's wrong with boyfriend/girlfriend? Answers on a postcard to the Cliche Cops.
So if you have any of these phrases in your profile, move along to someone who shows a similar lack of imagination.I'm also a member of the spelling police and punctuation plod. If you don't know the difference between their, there and they're, then look and learn.
Oh yes, while I'm at it, 's does NOT make a plural.
Apostrophes are NEVER ever used to denote plurals! Common examples of such abuse (all seen in real life!) are:
Banana's for sale which of course should read Bananas for sale
Menu's printed to order which should read Menus printed to order
MOT's at this garage which should read MOTs at this garage
1000's of bargains here! which should read 1000s of bargains here!
New CD's just in! which should read New CDs just in!
Buy your Xmas tree's here! which should read Buy your Xmas trees here!
Here's a few rants -
Update - 15/4/07 :
My humour is bent at both ends, so this profile does contain IRONY. It's sad that some people on here can't see it.
Update 6/7/07. The words I've seen misspelled on here - sees, sons(twice) others, puts, holes, buddy, heads, bars, clubs, goes, cats, guys, does, walks, lists, midlands, doors, dramas, cares, fellas, guys, likes, guests, members, areas, and, four, nanny, crazies, non, badminton, offend, lucky, funny, surfing, woman, know, cozy, idea,lay, motocross, vixen, roll, self, which, blonde, fourty, nutty, tattoo, tattoos, fill,idea, liar (five times), comedy, extrovert, eyes, friends, height, aquarium, hobby, footy, skiing, they're, there, soul, ones(3 times), no, heart, down, etc, recent, karaoke(6 times), goes (twice), horse, two, to,too, off, kids, hi. Even saw ect instead of etc!
Update 11/7/07. Woman, 40ish, no kids, good command of English, not "bubbly", but is honest, in Northants......does not exist. Repeat DOES NOT EXIST.
I guess my ideal woman would live in Kettering and have no kids, but it seems they've all bred like rabbits and then been dumped.
Update 12/7/07. Does anyone put yes on "Do you do drugs"? Thought not.
Update 15/2/09 "I like holidays" No sh1t? I like eating and breathing!
Update 11/8/07 "My husband treated me badly" WTF? Were you forced into it at gunpoint?
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