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Wednesday, 19 November 2003

ignis fatuus

I haven't been posting very much since the weekend, have I? It's difficult to fit it all in, what with my twelve or thirteen hours a day of sleep. I visited a doc and asked about the 'insomnia' (ie, not bothering to go to bed, more than not wanting to go to bed).
Voila! From a two hours a night girl, now I sleep all the time.
On the upside, I do look about five years younger suddenly. On the weird side, I dream more often than I actually do anything. So currently, I'm either looking at houses I might buy, listening to the mutant ten foot squirrels in the attic (they were moving their sideboard to the other side of the nest this morning, by the sound of it), or I'm dreaming about being trapped in the houses I just looked at.

I've been trying to look at weird places to live only, reasoning that the fact I don't require an over-bleached hypoallergenic kitchen or a sodding yellow-ducky-covered baby-room makes me a more powerful buyer.
Yesterday I looked at this one place, and it had a converted attic. Not tall enough to stand in, but it had been made into a living space all the same, with a scary fifteen foot shaky ladder to get there. The building itself was very old and tall, and the upper levels of the place had to fit inside a very gothic exterior - turrets and things, you know?
Therefore its attic was in the shape of a three branched cross, and sloping ceilings tipped and careened off dramatically on each branch of the crucible. Yes, like a crypt would do.
The flat downstairs had been cluttered by animal effigies made out of dried twigs tied together, and the owner seemed to have a predilection for adding beds in odd places - notably on suspended platforms one foot from the ceiling in each room. (But there's no accounting for taste, and I'm sure my own liking for late fifties decor isn't to everybody's fancy, either.)
The crypt - sorry, attic - was painted a deep blood red, lit by a single dicoloured light bulb near the trap door. On branch right of the triptych, a mini computer hole - weird. Remember, there's not enough room to do more than crouch or crawl up here. (That's exactly how I'd assume most people experience the net - immured in a murky chthonic hellhole in an overly religious unlit attic.)
Branch left of the triptych, loads of junk, a few signs of mice.
The third arm of the triptych was an altar. With a bed on it.
I've lived (a whole decade ago) with priests and monks. I'm already accustomed to secret rooms beneath the wainscoting that conceal furtive altars (usually of a variant religion to the one that's meant to be practised).
This wasn't any Christian altar. It wasn't any of the big seven religions. Suddenly the nearness of the Meridian Line, the striking views of the park and the Thames, but particularly all those home-lashed twig stags that littered the hallway seemed to have a deeper meaning.

For twelve hour's dreamtime last night I lived in a blind phantasm of that house, in that sinister garret room.
All I shall say is that my shabbytat furniture didn't match.

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Wednesday, 19 November 2003 - 4:40 PM GMT

Name: Niki
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Living in that house would be fodder enough for many many blogs, I'd imagine.

Wednesday, 19 November 2003 - 5:24 PM GMT

Name: Kat
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OK, be honest. Did you walk calmly out of that house, or did you run? :0)

Wednesday, 19 November 2003 - 5:41 PM GMT

Name: alfie
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'Triptych'- one of my very favourite words.......... along with 'ignis' & 'fatuus'

Wednesday, 19 November 2003 - 6:07 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

I've been thinking of creating a 'Blogs With a Thesaurus Open' webring....

Wednesday, 19 November 2003 - 6:11 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

After reading your masterly saga of housemates past, I'm afraid I'd never do the thing justice in comparison.

Wednesday, 19 November 2003 - 6:14 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Duch is desperately trying to talk me out of putting an offer in for the place.... :o)

Wednesday, 19 November 2003 - 6:45 PM GMT

Name: Sie

It sounds very nice but the upkeep is what you need to think about. Our house was built in 1862 which isn't really very old but it does suffer from some problems due to its age and the crap DIY of the previous owner.

Wednesday, 19 November 2003 - 6:52 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Damn. Council house in Bermondsey it is, then. (:-\)

Wednesday, 19 November 2003 - 6:58 PM GMT

Name: Sarahspace
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What I want to know is more about the trip to doctor. Did he prescribe you something to help you sleep? Be careful, I have not slept in years without the aid of pharmaceuticals. As for the new place, try to find something possessed by demons, like my future home, then we can swap stories.

Wednesday, 19 November 2003 - 7:02 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Yeah, he did. But more importantly, he banned me from drinking alcohol for two months.


Over *crisssmussss*.

Man, am I going to be bored. Expect lists. Lots and lots of bloody lists.

Wednesday, 19 November 2003 - 7:14 PM GMT

Name: Sie

Nooo, don't let me put you off such a likely great home. Just try to be as aware as possible about any potentially re-occurring problems.

Wednesday, 19 November 2003 - 7:26 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

I'm largely as unaware as a body can be about most practical things, but yes, it's a good point.

Wednesday, 19 November 2003 - 11:55 PM GMT

Name: Belle
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I'm not sure who let you into my house, but it is certainly not for sale! (I see you found my Farrah Fawcett altar. It's best you forget you ever saw this.)

Thursday, 20 November 2003 - 12:57 AM GMT

Name: Celainn
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Five years, you say? Just what, exactly, did the dear fellow prescribe? *gets out pen and paper*

Thursday, 20 November 2003 - 7:24 AM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Lol! I wondered why Nick Rhodes was on the PC screensaver mouthing words suspiciously like "un'ry ... olf" ...

Thursday, 20 November 2003 - 7:24 AM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Five years? Hunh? And 'eeeek!' simultaneously.

Thursday, 20 November 2003 - 2:01 PM GMT

Name: sarah

christ, you're not going to be bored if you got some wobblys - I was on them once for insomnia, bloody great because you're still stoned when you get up in the morning. Much better than that "valerian root tea" herbal crap lesbians kept giving me.

Thursday, 20 November 2003 - 5:31 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Yeah, you're not wrong - I have noticed that already. Took some yesterday evening, then had a bath and nearly drowned when I practised my flipper swimming in the deep end.

Point the intrusive tea-giving lesbians in my direction. I shall find things for them to get brewing on.

Friday, 21 November 2003 - 12:25 AM GMT

Name: cacoa
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you sleep all the time too? that's me! The dreams are totally insane aint they?:)

Friday, 21 November 2003 - 5:01 PM GMT

Name: Looby

Two months is going a bit far, but it's true that drink isn't an aid to sleep in the long run. My father-in-er, common law, used to drink a *lot* and he never really went off at night - he had the radio on all night because he didn't like the silence.

Talking about silence, are you any nearer finding out what's in your attic?

Friday, 21 November 2003 - 7:28 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Cacao said: you sleep all the time too? that's me! The dreams are totally insane aint they?:)

Better than reality. :D

Friday, 21 November 2003 - 7:30 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Why, that question seems to presume I'd ever have the nerve to go up there and find out. This will never ever ever happen. I live alone, with cats! What would they do to help, lick up the bits of blood from my decomposing squirrel-mutilated corpse?

No, I was hoping to just sell the place and let the next owners investigate.

Friday, 21 November 2003 - 10:57 PM GMT

Name: Paul
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(That's exactly how I'd assume most people experience the net - immured in a murky chthonic hellhole in an overly religious unlit attic.)

Oh my lords and ladies, how did you know? Do you have a camera up here? Okay, so mine is very well lit, and the only consignment to religious stuff is a fox tail and face on my wall around a picture, what religion is up in the air, but they are there. But still, it's an attic! And it's very chthonic, almost overly chthonic, due to the white walls and sounds of Prince pouring from every open window. IT'S A HOME OF THE DAMNED! Or at least the darned.

Friday, 21 November 2003 - 11:00 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Paul mistakenly told us about the: "a fox tail and face on my wall around a picture"

Man, that is weird. That is way weirder than the bed on the satanic garret altar. Can you post up a picture!? :o)

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