Another year, another Notting Hill Carnival missed!
I promise ye, 2014 will be the 50th, so I'll definately be a-going to that!
I would be there today, if I had not foolishy had prior plans.
Prior plans that, like the proverbial rug, were whipped out from under me. Tumbling me to the floor, and then setting about my person with the stoutest of stout sticks!
Which is a good job really, as I'd recolor'd my plumage somewhat, and I's just discovered it's all gone pear shaped!
I thought I'd managed to split my barnet, and perform a duality of brilliance.
Almost!
Slightly ballsed up the back lower end. Unsure if it's the old color fending off the new, or if I missed a bit.
And me twiddly tashe is much foreshortened, due to inexplicable gradual disappearance!
Not that it matters.
's not like I got anyone to impress no more.
Still - could be worse - could've had another withering deconstruction like what I got off the HellTroll With A Logon's Run Festish and spiralled into a pit of despair, woe and misery!
But no more!
For I am The Xym.
And I'm feckin' marvellous.
No matter what anyone else thinks!
As I gaze into the Mirror of Doubt
I see the barrenness of this Life that remains
Yet in Despair we begin to see true Light
In weakness we can be strong
Let us draw substance from our Shadow
Chaos above me
Chaos beneath me
Chaos around me
And Chaos within me
