anything but a quiet life

you know what they say:
~` live fast, die with your car wrapped round a tree ‘~

in the last three months Ade & eye have been doing exactly that, racing hell for leather to where-ever they’ll let us in, (less places than you’d expect of the coolest couple i’ve ever known, but don’t get me started – it’s their loss) egging each other on to egregious acts of extreme exhuberence – i exagerate slightly because we were only accelerating not yet up to full speed.

we started fast, getting linking in ink on our 7th day – thereby going one better than our old enemy god who rested on his Sabbath – while we continued ever onward with ample debauchery and occasional erudition and we saw that it was good. we are not empty-headed hedonists, we analyse everything from psychopharmacology on a saturday night to the anal eroticism of a sometime bedtime. we were the most rational carrousers you ever did know. (and i can prove it with graphs, footnotes and references!)

but now it is over, for reasons wholly beyond my control, faults all of my own making, i am dissolving the most successful double act since Adam & Eve. before we go we wanted to mark the occasion.. here we are..

i am the one in the wrong on the right.

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Caspar is just one monkey among billions. Battering his keyboard without expectations even of peanuts, let alone of aping the Immortal Bard. By day he is an infantologist at Birkbeck Babylab, by night he runs
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