Saturday, January 14, 2006

Maybe I'll rub gravel on my elbows instead.

I was on Swanpool beach earlier, collecting sacks of seaweed for the garden as the sun shone low and surfers frollicked splashily before me.

In the immortal words of Yoda: what a pleasant way to spend a morning.

When I was quite young, I used to pour sand on my hair*, just for the pleasant sensation of rubbing one's scalp to get it all out again. If I'd thought of it at the time, I probably would have done it again, but alas, I've only just thought of it. I could go back, but it's a twenty-minute walk, and it's dark now. I'd end up looking completely insane.



*Like Patroclus does to her hair with chillies, in her dreams. It's Rub Things Into (Or Out Of) Your Hair Week in blogworld, I forgot to say.

15 comments:

Nicole said...

BEACH!!!!!

Who is this Dave? said...

Sand on the beach here is only uncovered at low tide - so is always wet. I suspect it would sit on top of the hair, rather than fall to the scalp. At other states of the tide, the beach is purely pebbles. Anyone pouring pebbles on their head would look a bit mad.

So I won't be trying your therapy today then.

Anonymous said...

Does anyone know when Green Wing is coming back?

Jane said...

Ooooh, the DVD is due out the day my baby is due! Can this be coincidence?! I think not! That's it, the baby's definitely being called Guillaume (boy or girl)

Who is this Dave? said...

Is it? I just went to Amazon, and can't find it listed in forthcoming releases.

I won't actually be buying it at Amazon, obviously, as I'm sure James will be offering copies to his faithful readers at enormous discounts.

[Went to the beach yesterday, but failed to rub sand in my head. Sorry. Would do so for a copy of Green Wing though.]

james henry said...

Play.com has the DVD on pre-order with that date - no idea how reliable it is, but there you are.

WV: 'fnjnpww' - moomin swearword.

nanga parbat said...

Look, I'm not proud of this but I'm in confessional mode so here goes: when young, me and my friend who should remain anonymous but lets call her "Wendy Ritson", would often frolic in the charming seaside resorts of West Cumbria. Being imaginative children, one day we tied our Jesus sandals (it was the 70's and they were FASHIONABLE) to a piece of string and dragged them after us shouting "Piranha! Piranha!" until we actually became completely hysterical, totally convinced that we were being chased by real piranhas and had to be forcibly restrained by our concerned parents and made to drink Raspberry Cremola Foam until it all went away. Happy days, mate. Happy days. And really, it's no more weird than rubbing sand in your hair...

james henry said...

*applauds*

By the way, does anyone else have a mental image of Nichole running excitedly towards Swanpool beach? From Virginia?

Who is this Dave? said...

To be fair, it appears from her blog that in the US they have beaches where there are giant people-eating monsters.

Unlike the UK, where it's just broken-down space-ports.

Nicole said...

...After realizing that there are 2 comments about me, and after all of the screaming in front of my friends, who are never going to stop making fun of me now, I'm just mad my name was spelled with an h.

james henry said...

Ooh, sorry. I'm terrible at spelling people's names. As Maudde can attest...

sumday said...

"Sand is overrated. It's just tiny, little rocks."

woot said...

i thought it was glass before going clear and sticking together and what not...

I rubbed sand in my hair the other day James! Well, my head was rubbed in the sand when i was totally knocked over by giant wave and promptly did headstand. Came up spluttering and gasping to be laughed at by all friends present.

Have decided to wait til the water is calmer before going back in...

felinity said...

EVERY time I try to leave a comment on your most recent entry, it takes me to a LiveJournal page. And I'm all about the LiveJournal, generally, but... So I'll leave it here instead (it feels more contrived, and less magic than it did when I first wrote it):

Is your London full of fancy MeeJa types and rife with fairytale and glitz? Because I work in the MeeJa (not the fancy kind, alas) and live in London, and mine is much less fancy/crazy than the one you see.

That said, a nightingale sang me to my front door tonight, which made me skip home. Little things in unexpected places...

Nicole said...

Oh, don't worry, I forgive you for misspelling my name.

Cause I'm cool like that.