Devastating The Obvious

• the last flight

  Posted: July 1, 2008, 5:25 pm by dobvious

  
  

  There is little choice, Shube is strict that there will be no housefly attractors at the table. It’s my big day son,  why do you want to keep us busy with fly traps ? .We have outgrown the sugary days my friend . he says - in a harsh tone which he quickly defused with  a hearty laugh .

  The master brewers have an alternative - intervenes Mash, it’s called Navarro or is it - I just recall that it sounds like the name of that foo fighter Dave Navarro .

  Alvaro I say, and how nice you mention the grunge period now - remember our first meet at the catechist class - I tease. Indeed man ! Shu says , eighteen now is it ?  A question to which we all nod to indicating that the time had indeed done a thirteen plus five .

  The malt is bound to have the same effect so I rest my laurels on the Indian Tonic Water. Plus last night’s roast at Anita’s seems to have had its usual toll on the tummy - so relax sir; I have given the houseflies leave till further notice. I venture out to explain to the main man .

  We drown the table with laughter .To mix it up with the thick smoke coming from Mash’s Cuban cigars - though a product of sixteenth street Eastleigh courtesy of the back alleys of an unpronounceable street in mainland china - he swears by the grave of his forefathers that they are authentic Cuban - and what’s more - the original label bears the seal of the top man himself.

  As it quietly blends with the humid night and the laughter dies down, the perfect present for the night is there for the beckoning for Shu - an Ethiopian belle in all her elegance. Draped in nothing but her long silky hair which extends all the way down so she gives away nothing .She winks at me and I  hurriedly and bashfully point to the man of the moment. Shube.

  Better make the best of it man; you know there is no turning back after the morrow. Mash says as he puffs his acrid third rate fake cuban cigar again into the air, masking the indecent lap assault that has just begun. Let’s hit it man - give the man space in this his last night of bachelorhood. As we proceed to the bar. There is music by a blue eyed boy called Thicke - Lost without you - it says, I had liked his evolution release - decent guitar work marred by unwanted hip hop outtakes but then again the music world of late had lost direction.  Concept albums - what the… you know - just drop a decent piece of work no need for film backdrops to guide. Electro influences in nearly every Rubbish and Bin artiste. A glimpse of the future perhaps? No, just give me the Soweto String Four at any given time.My brief daydream into the state of music lasts for two minutes before Mash flashes his hands in front of me and asks - count how many - I say six.

  He laughs - trouble at home. You look lost there for a minute

  Two to be exact - though if I remember correctly there was a sixth finger - right ? . He laughs -  remember what followed after any  reference to these polydactyly limbs - Of course I do - A massive fist . We laugh again . Boy how time flies . And here we are saying a final farewell to this state of single hood .

  I begin telling him about Peggy’s recent lapse as we head back to the table. Shu’s night is just about to get started. By now as if by magic the descendant of the land of Sellassie has just managed to increase the number of her hairy clad kinswomen to three. Something to drown the fears of home, don’t be too hard on yourself such is life - Mash puts it well. And since you refuse the brown bottle then this is the right type of antidote before the nightmare resurfaces at dawn - At this point I can’t agree more - I slip the ring into the pocket and straighten the collar.

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  from a working piece  . the last flight - 2008

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Fish cakes

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Yet more fish cakes

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The end of the fish cakes