James Vincent McMorrow - This Old Dark Machine

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So this is where they hide

So recently I went out to dinner with my family, the restaurant was pleasant, atmospheric with a collection of those from an earlier rugby match. We had made a reservation, the waiter checked his notepad and we were led to our table through a flurry of conversation, wine being poured in generous quantities and food being devoured.
 We were seated in view of the bar, with many bottles of suspiciously bright alcoholic drinks, cups and saucers in rotation from the dishwasher to a cloth to a shelf and then to be filled with coffee fresh from a machine, which seemed rather industrial in the sense that it had been pumping out coffee all day, the chorus of steam and frothy milk was not unknown to the bartender.
The moment I sat down a menu slid in front of me, I was lost in moules... confit de canard... boeuf bourguignon and steak frites. The waiter danced to our table, peculiar, the way they move, like finches around foliage they have an inward sense of direction, they are almost programmed to know their route around the room. The waiter surveyed the rest of tables and flitted of to a table besides us. Moments later he was back, I gazed at him in disbelief, I definitely recognized him, but from where?
He looked as if he was custom built, an article of a perfect species of a man, sharp jaw bones and an expression of discipline and direction. He was tall, so tall in fact that he was probably the monster that stacked the wine bottles high up on the shelves behind the bar. And his hands, those great sculpted hands were as big as spades but as nimble as a lead violinist delicately playing his Stradivarius. I heard my name being called and I was forced out of a trance of wonderment to place my order. I picked the first thing I saw and then followed it up with, "sorry, you just reminded me of a character in a film," with a little awkward smile.
This was of course not true, I could not tell him the truth, the truth that I had unwillingly realised. He was an exact modern day replica of an Aryan subject of some Nazi propaganda I once saw in a history lesson.

Sorry for being so unattentive

Hey, sorry I havent been making blogs recently, although Im not sorry at all because most of you guys, unless there is something I dont know, know me in real life and get to appreciate my awesomeness in reality. Ok here it is, I havent been making blogs recently because I have been busy:
Spending a little too much time watching Tim Minchin videos on youtube-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_ElXYzFX_w&feature=related.
Making pancakes (this is actually a lie, I havent celebrated pancake day in any shape or form)
Growing garlic
Eating as much chocolate as I can before tomorrow :/
Questioning the answer to a very unfunny joke that I may tell you at another time
Worrying that I might be turning into a swan like in 'Black Swan '
Experimenting with drugs and loitering in public areas like many of my fellow youths these days
Reading 'To Kill a Mockingbird'

Not all of these things are true

Tim Minchin- Canvas Bags

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