But it all makes sense.
Because the reason is the camera, it's been in the room this whole time, until tonight, and what it's been doin is softly weepin in the corner of the bag, all sortsa lonesome sighs, all kindsa talk about how it can feel the Savage Purple, it knows she's nearby, for certain, and if it doesn't get to make some sort of attempt at capturing least some semblance of it all, then most likely it'll blow the back of its skull apart with a AK fore the night's out.
And so I'm saying to Sinéad, you have to let me take a photo, and she's saying no, no way, what kinda voodoo you tryin to lay down here anyroad, I can't have a photo taken, not for a second.
"But you have to, because we got ones of everyone else, you can ask Dec, we did his just a second ago."
And the nose and the miscellaneous stretchin out the confines of the anatomy.
And thus the reason for the two photos, see, because the first one didn't come out, and whilst, with all due respect, it hardly mattered, the last thing a man needs is Sinéad asking to see and bein greeted wi an image the likes a which you find on websites offerin Pictures Of Dead Ghosts Caught On Pictures. Loads a streaks a blue an red an white an yellow and fuck all anyone could ever mistake for a human.
"Seriously, it's only for the article, no other reason, God forbid, that'd be madness."
And so ok, for a second, and so the camera flashes and a split-second later an Italian fella has grabbed Sinéad by the arm and kissed her right there on Temple Bar Square.
And I'm thinking you scoundrel, that's how to go about it all!
And not the first kiss Sinéad's enjoyed in the last two hours, neither, on account of a wee while back, stood in the aforementioned yard out back of Eamon Dorans, myself and Sir Fleming spyin Oberst Fringes left and right, and Anna, she's joining in, going so far as to congratulate one especially extravagant fucker up top of the stairs.
And then, next thing anyone knows, Sinéad taps Anna on the shoulder and the two of them, lips locked and eyes closed and I'm looking round about, perplexed about how no-one much seems to notice, or if they do, they process the image with the kinda detached cool ain't ever gonna light on the shoulders of a man as fried on Sinéad and her every gesture as himself, over there, fella with the daft blue velvet jacket and the Clerks t-shirt.
Article comments
1 - DJRadiohead
... as the first strains of "Waltz #2 (XO)" begin to play...
Aces. Absolute aces. I want a flat in Mondo Irlando and to never attempt to write again so as not to embarrass myself.
I guess what I am saying is... I enjoyed the fuck out this series of yours, Duke. Really, really did.
2 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
DJ, thank you, man. i feel like some sorta purgin was goin on, feel kinda exhausted with it all an ain't a hundred percent sure if it's any good, but nonetheless, feels like some sorta Full Stop's been issued, for sure.
3 - DJRadiohead
First let me assure you it was more than good.
I think I understand what you mean about the sense of... 'relief.' That sense you get when you finally finish the work and put it out there... a feeling only intensified when work is of a personal nature to you. There's an excitement and a terror and a thrill and a panic all happening at the same time and it is fucking exhausting.
Just wait til the others who have followed this saga check in. You're going to get kudos out the wazz. Of course, if you're anything like me, you'll appreciate the fuck out of the kind words and praise all the while not believing one fucking bit of it.
Regardless... I loved traveling along with you and Sir Fleming et all.
4 - Bennett
Yeah, I'll second that thought. Thanks Duke, it was a wild ride.
5 - Aaron Fleming (Sir)
Yep, absolutely fantastic. That last section is so wonderfully poignant.
God, it seems like years ago, or maybe another dimension, or, even, a dream. Geeky glasses, sigh.
"fella with the daft blue velvet jacket and the Clerks t-shirt" - Hahahaha, monstrous hilarity at that self-deprecation.
6 - Sinéad
the jacket was BRILLIANT!!
the clerks t-shirt was great also
7 - DJRadiohead
"Clerks" is a vital piece of American cinema. I need that t-shirt.
8 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
ach, sorry folks, i been out the game for a day or two. it honestly means a hell of a lot to know you folks dug it, since i was unsure if i liked this part or not, an still think i'll re-write the end at some point. but it does a man good to know some folks understood what was goin on, an got some sort of enjoyment out of it all. heh, the entertainment provided by a fella's soul-scourging agony.
and Sinéad, the jacket maybe was fairly brilliant in and of itself, but hung round my awkward frame, well, was like hangin a picasso on the side of a shithouse.
acutally, that'd be fuckin brilliant.
alright, was like watching Manhattan on a shitty tv with the picture panned and scanned and the aerial fucked so every now and again you get the news breakin through.
(break on through etc etc)
DJ, i'll lend you the shirt. it appears chicks dig it.
9 - Greg Smyth
I can't believe I didn't comment on this at the time. Really enjoyed this whole thing and am honestly a little sad it's finished. Keep it up, chief.
10 - Mat Brewster
I'll second that, Greg. 'ceptin' I just now read this final installment on account of needing the time and the mind frame to finnish such a lovely tale.
Thanks Duke.