Print-outs, dream-jokes and small bananas

1st October 2010 (“and the trees are stripped bare of all they wear…")

Last night I finally printed out “emptiness”. Now for the fun part: working through from the top, marking up pages, cut-and-pasting with cellotape and scissors, quality-stamping the MS with coffee and wine and blood stains...It’s getting there. Mad as a lorry, obviously, but I think it’s got something. Now I just need to get someone to agree with me…

When I went to pick up Sean from nursery yesterday I took him a brioche and a banana, the latter upsetting him because of its size. We were walking home “the quiet way” when Sean says, “daddy, what do you want first, the good news or the bad news?”

Me: “Ummm… the good news.”

Sean: “We’re going the quiet way home.”

Me: “what’s the bad news?”

Sean (laughing): “this banana is too small.”

Last night I also had a rather strange dream in which I came up with a joke, or perhaps a short, Brautigan-style story:

Two drunk women in the middle of the night

“Realistic, isn’t it?” says woman one.

“Not really,” says woman two, “you’re still here.”

Why are jokes you dream never funny the next day?

p.s. RIP Tony Curtis x