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A night in Cheese Land - catching up with bits

2009.10.11

A new series of drawings inspired and laughed at on the Circle line.

Well, this was it. There was only 2 in this series.

This was yesterday, in the gloomy depressive hours of the afternoon, starting to write about my "bothersomes" in Starbux with a herbal tea, and I saw this woman frowning near me. She was very entertaining doing the Liver Frown (the first one, which is meant to be a sign of dodgy liver when we frown in that way - as well as concentration, reflection, etx)
Off I abandonned my gloomy list of what was going wrong in my life and why I felt I was not taken in hand by my therapist to a satisfactory manner, and I started drawing "Frownies". Frownies. Why do people frown in those ways? To make themselves look ... what? Is it subconscious? Can't they realize they do it? "Frownies" make me laugh very much, and after having drawn the faces, I didn't know where to go with my "anti-frownies campaign" so I went the make-up way and thought about all those pretty girls who wear so much make up (usually expensive) and still do those huge frowns which, I think, are unattractive. But then, some Frownies type people like whatshisname, Thinggy from the film "Chocolate", Brad Pitt that keeps frowning up (which looks like he is slightly thick since he needs to rise his forehead in order to think) is very popular amongst the ladies, so frownies may not be a sign of ugliness after all.
But you never see catwalk models doing Frownies, nor the latest L'oreal Cream for anti-wrinkles. But maybe it is this society which is over concerned about no-wrinkles. I am not keen on wrinkles but I accept them(I have them myself) but I desagree with Frownies!!! No to Frownies!! Take control of YOUR FOREHEAD!!!

I added this one after, (locate it on the previous picture) I forgot to add a note on the drawing; she is using "eye liner" from an Indian shop only because I ran out of high st expensive-ish make-up companies. I don't read ladies magazines and miss out on the advertisement on there, and usually whizz past the beauty areas in the big trendy stores, since it stinks like hell, in there. So I had ran out of industry's names, and decided maybe she had got her eyeliner in an indian shop instead. She saved herself £20.
I would have difficulty to have added all that note on the drawing anyway.

Another inspired by a comment of the moment.

The friend is meant to be the same one, even though he looks different, and may look like he has grown an English moustache on #2..

There were a few bits of cheese on the cheese board. As usual, they were old.
On this cheese board, there was a crust of what used to be a very nice goat's cheese, which I did like. There was a crust of something else which was still edible, and nice also.
There was a 3d piece of cheese, it was one of those cheap cheeses that you can buy in French supermarkets under the supermarket's brand, usually packaged in polystyrene with cling film over it, and usually made out of some dodgy milk-plastic mixes. This one was a pretend "Cantal" or "Gruyere", that sort of cheese. It had been nibbled at, but not being popular, had been there for about 2 months and had started to go stale and growing blue and white moulds on it.
This was the cheese board of Soussis.
It was getting dark, and it was the evening.
I decided , in my grown-upness, to clean up that cheese board and give the cheese to the chickens; hopefully, they would still be awake enough and I would go with the cheese in their courtyard, get them up from their "perchoirs" where they sleep at night and tempt them to come out to eat the chopped cheese that I would throw for them.

So off I went, in the chicken's courtyard, decluttering this old cheese, which was still edible but since nobody seemed to give it any attention, I thought it it was fair enough to get rid of it. People always kept things till they went bad, and then ate it, in this part of the world. (note to self- unbalanced lurking in there somewhere)

The chickens were around, and they picked at the cheese. They were still awake, and they quite liked that old plastic and crusts of cheeses.
I was happily hiding away in there, when of course, who arrived to catch me doing such a punishable act by the law 243 of Soussis Law book? My Dragon aunt, who started shouting at me for giving away some "still edible cheese" to the chickens!

Oh fuck, I thought. Why must i always get caught when I do people a favour?

She said to me, bitter and aggressive: "So, here you are, food was restrained to you in the past, you couldn't get much of it, and today, what you have, YOU THROW IT AWAY!!!"
She said, in a way which was compromising for her. So, it was it, was it? I was being restrained and denied food as a child? Now, that is one bit of interesting information, my dear dragon-Aunt!
I never expected to hear that in my life, but it all made sense. Why today I was such a "money waster" and threw away so many things I could buy. Because I couldn't get them in the past, and now I could get them, I didn't want them anymore, as a gesture of showing them that they did wrong by restricting me.

I replied to her, half awake "Ah so if it is the case, it is no wonder that I do that now, IT IS KARMA!!!" Replying to her, again?

Decidedly, I am rather self-aware in my lucid dreams, nowadays. Well, at least, when I allow myself to go to bed early and managed to get a superb, restful night sleep with many other dreams, like making up with Kez who was still pregnant and hadn't had her child yet.

But this time, about the cheese... And the throwing away, the guilt of doing so, the guilt of eating, of being alive...

9 Comments

Please excuse the judge-mentalness of the Frownies episode, I am only another opinionated silly human at the base, unfortunately, too, and I am battling with my own narrowness.

ClaudePechabaden · 2009-10-11: 06:45

Never mind Narrowness! More Frownies! Yes to Inspector Cleudio and Indian shop make-up! Was that coloured with Mr G's mini-crayon set by any chance?

alexandreD · 2009-10-11: 06:50

Leave my frownies alone!!!

abumdance · 2009-10-11: 16:17

WHat a strange day - healing session was great, after missing Paddington train to Ealing broadway, decided onto Harrow Spiritual church for 7.30 as the Ealing one would be way too late by I arrived, then by Northolt and got busses mixed up, still managed to arrive late at Harrow and man I didn't like was there which ended up funny as I had to wait outside whilst they were all singing inside enjoying htemselves... It was great to talk to him ni the end, it's knowing how to take him. Revelations during most of the service, about Tudor lady... Then strange meeting up coincidental in A with Dara whom I had not heard about for years! Trying to count the numbers of my ancestors is proving impossible,all this X4 is way too complicated. If we say that there is a 20 year gap between people, then it would make about 132 ancestors by 1200. Though I am mistaking because that is one direct line, only counting 4 each time. I really don't understand this. Thank you to this day.

ClaudePechabaden · 2009-10-11: 16:32

Merde, I thought tudor period was 1280-1350! it's actually 1480-1600, so that makes many less ancestors to count.

ClaudePechabaden · 2009-10-11: 16:35

I must write a book. But what book?

ClaudePechabaden · 2009-10-11: 16:36