Mexican standoff (merry Christmas everyone)

Merry Christmas everyone!

Without having such words to that effect pass either of our lips, it’s still the Chinese style standoff ’twixt father and I. In the manner of two Mexicans, a stone could drop without a sound (except for the spaghetti western soundtrack in the background). It’s Christmas, and I am still hiding out in the cabin, getting mashed right up on the last glass of cider and a shed load of smoke. Father wants me to have a bath. I have resisted him for two days now. Today is no different, in Latin: cēlō. Verb. First conjugation. Present indicative active.

I’m 5T0N3D, boned, resisting a Christmas bath. Mashed up, proper style. Trying to get on with the urb’ as a singular phenomenon. So far I have come up with cities built on a grid-plan: Teotihuacan, Milton Keynes, Bath, Glastonbury; Roads built on Ley-Lines by the ancients, roads connecting cities to sacrēd sites: Avebury, Stonehenge; Memphis, astronomical city planning and monumental buildings, often located outside vast urban centres, et cetera, et cetera.

Father has just informed me that I must have a bath. I guess that means I must.

Later Diary.and a very very merry Christmas one and all.

Cheers!