Ring
This is the third one of these I’ve had:
If you click on it you’ll see a version (in a seperate window) the size of the universe.
The first one was given to me by a girl from California called Anne-Marie Murietta, who I’ve lost touch with now… which is a shame because she saved my arse on at least 3 occasions. If at some point she (or someone else she knows) googles her, they’ll find this and can get in touch. I managed to hold onto the ring for a good 10 years or so… then made a flamboyant gesture in this bar and it went flying off onto a crowded dance floor never to be seen again. Not dissimilar to Anne-Marie herself in some ways - only she went flying off in a plane, and wound up in Los Angeles rather than a dance floor.
The second one came from Susan… I saw one in a shop in Brighton and I forced her to buy it for me. She’s nice like that etc… and it weren’t cheap neither. That one met a similar fate to the previous one, only I don’t remember the actual incident.
The third I had made for me at even huger expense than the others… so it’s more or less identical to the previous ones, and it’s the one I have now. I feel completely lost with out it… and it kindof connects me to two people, even though technically I gave this one to myself, myself.
There was this one time in the 90s when I was seeing this hypnotist in Harley Street in London, attempting to deal with cocaine addiction or whatever… we talked about what was involved, the situation… the procedure etc, then we began the first session and he started to talk me down etc. Just like they do with the cartoon mice on TV.
Being an inveterate fiddler however, I managed to lose control of it (again) and it went rolling under this big mahogany desk in the corner so we spent the rest of the session on our hands and knees trying to retrieve it. So that was the end of that.
I’m not sure that the hypnotism worked entirely. I kept sitting there thinking “am I? am I?, I don’t think I am? How do you tell?” and not really paying attention to what he was saying. I did stop taking drugs though… but via some weird, wild coincidence that I can’t quite explain either - and that was decades ago… and anyway, what do you expect. Someone once said about Tony Blair “He played in a band. How can you trust anyone who’s played in a band but never smoked a joint?”. Yes. Well, you can trust me.
Anyway - back to hypnotism… unconvinced etc, but it was hugely preferable to the acupuncture sessions I had to try and get rid of RSI - NOBODY TOLD ME THEY WERE GOING TO STICK PINS IN ME !!! - unbelievable. The bloke who did it seemed fairly knowledgeable - I probably would’ve gone back and just kindof treated it as a therapy session… but having pins stuck in you forces you to focus your mind.
Still. Whatever:
