Monday, July 25, 2011
There is no cannibalism in the British navy, absolutely none, and when I say none, I mean there is a certain amount.
Green means...? Constitution Dock, Elizabeth Street Pier, July 2011.
When my children are awake there is always noise. Such noise. Such very much noise. And the noise is never limited to one direction or angle. It moves. It rebounds. It echoes. It peaks and it troughs (and it peaks again).
It's bickering and arguing like drunks at 3 am outside your window. It's broooom-ing and wiiirrrr-ing like a pair of fourth-rate Michael Winslow impersonators gurning through Police Academy 16. It's the screech of a banshee and the moan of a million zombies seeking out brains.
Then they sleep.