But what shapes can you really make with it?
Any shape you like, Spike.
But where are the shapes?
...
Brother strongly recommended safety goggles (he has accidentally embedded various shards and pieces of DIY shrapnel in his eyes, over the years) for sawing. I don't have any goggles, but oh! now I think of it, I do have some prescription swimming goggles, which I bought recently in an effort not to miss anything in the pool. I can wear those. I'll be like Bono, but with a jigsaw instead of a microphone and without the fans.
(note haughty killer-like expression).
Yesterday evening, after that, we had a meeting in the exhibition "space". (It's always a space, with artists, as you probably know). The meeting was populated with a lot of desperately cool, twenty-something artists in a freezing warehouse in a dodgy part of the inner-city. All the exhibiting artists sat there - a beardy one, some long-haired girls, some pierced ones and one performance artist with the most fantastic facepaint (I didn't dare ask if she had just come from a performance or if this was her usual get-up, if so, very impressed) - as the one of the cool ones explained how the show is going to work. I sat there quietly, glad no one knew The Archers were on my mp3 player.
One of the Young People complained about the cold in there (it's true, there was that bone-chilling concrete dampness) and another one pulled up his top, to show us his vest, and said:
One euro in Guineys! (an inexpensive, nearby clothing/bric-a-brac shop, kind of a Dublin institution).
And they all laughed inordinately. I smiled benevolently to show I was friendly. Inside I was thinking, middle-agedly:
Yes, thermal vests. They are not really all that funny, they keep older people (like me) nice and warm.
It was exciting, in a way being twenty-something. But the effort! The endless grooming to appear casually tousled, the fake ennui, the desperate trying to appear experienced!
I prefer being older, on the whole. I think I've been waiting all my life to be middle-aged. And now I am! (Hurray! What an achievement.)
Which was your favourite/least favourite life-era, so far, I'd like to know?
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