Sunday, 5 June 2005

Was the parsnip soup to blame? Schappelle Corby starred in my dream last night. Along with a lot of old women I hopped on a sort of mini-train which delivered us to a sort of theatre restaurant built on a tennis court. Schappelle, who had just had a very bad haircut, greeted us all at the door and showed us to out places at the long communal trestle tables. A troupe of Indonesian judges carried around trays loaded with plastic mugs of tea and coffee. I was given a very large yellow mug full of lukewarm black coffee with a small band of whitish scum clinging to the rim. On a tiny stage fringed with coconut palm leaves, a blurry amateur dramatic performance ensued, featuring lycra and show tunes. Then we all snorted some coke, through lollipop sticks, from the Andes-like line centrally deposited down the full length of every table.

5 comments:

Zoe said...

at least it had a happy ending

Mel said...

I like the copious drugs being provided by Indonesian authorities.

Anonymous said...

Schapelle's brother James looks just like Schapelle with a very bad haircut. It's quite fascinating.
Susoz

FXH said...

It's the "white scum on top" that worries me.

Lucy Tartan said...

oh, you're funny! Can I hire you to be my analyst?