Another day breaks on the bright new planet that is papsweb; who knows where it may lead . But before it leads anywhere I have a message from Mrs Stickman for Bletch: she very much wants to thank you (and Pele) for the blue pills (although she’s a little disconcerted about the slight soreness in my nether regions that has developed after our time together on your sofa)
Anyway, back to papsweb. At this juncture I had intended to make a nice linkage between its birth and that of Sebastian; however, as it is a well documented fact that Tokes never reads beyond the first paragraph, I’ve decided not to bother. Instead, I would like to share some of the thoughts that washed over me last night as I bathed in the warm afterglow of the aforementioned blue pills.
I lay there thinking of Bletch – okay, okay, I thought a little bit of other sotonians as well, but mainly of Bletch (it’s a man thing, some of you won’t understand) – and my overriding thought was: why are we here?
Whenever I lay in bed wondering: why are we here – or in my more self-centred moments: why am I here – which, to be honest, is most nights, I find it useful to refer back to first principles; to seek a root cause; a common denominator.
Now, as we prepare to face a new day; all of us in our different ways – Bear waiting eagerly for his first customer behind the counter at McDonalds; Bletch waiting eagerly for his first client behind the sofa at his S & M dungeon – it’s hard to argue that we’re not an eclectic bunch. Yet, we all have a root cause, a common denominator: all of us are Saints’ fans. That’s why we are here! But, how and why did we get here?
‘Noooooo Halo, the question as to how and why we are Saints fans is too twee, and has been done to death on other places’ I hear the collective groan. But I say to the groaners: Fuck off, I, myself, find it very interesting to learn how and why people became Saints’ fans, particularly as the journey to Sainthood isn’t always a straightforward one.