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Pith & Wind - Fucking Rain
Rain is an unusual event these days in Victoria, but when it
does come, it tends to come all at once, forcing people in flood
prone areas to wearily pack up their belongings and head for higher
ground. So it was on this weekend just past, and while my place
is about as well placed to avoid flooding-type catastrophes as you
could hope for, I still managed to suffer a minor rain-induced drama
in the form of a leak. As a result of a random metorite strke, or
some such cosmic event, a roof tile broke in half some months ago,
and so I went up inside the roof and gaffered it back together.
Musicians have a touching faith in the healing abilities of gaffer,
or duct tape, as it’s known in whatever trade. I’ve
even written a song about it, a line from which goes: ‘Gaffer
fixes everything and that’s no lie, If it doesn’t move
I’ll gaffer it, I’ll gaffer till I die’, which
I saw being performed by a chorus line of roadies, funnily enough.
On Friday night I noticed I’d sprung the same leak again,
so on Saturday morning I clambered up into the rafters packed with
dusty fibreglass bats, armed with my trusty roll of gaffer and increased
the area of coverage. To my dismay, when I got home from the gig
on Saturday night, water was leaking through the lounge room’s
false pine veneer ceiling at a rapid rate, and if I hadn’t
had the foresight to cover the TV with my reserve sheets of bubble
wrap plastic, I might’ve been robbed of my principal form
of leisure entertainment, which would’ve made me very terse
indeed.
I duly laid some pots and pans down to capture the current line
of drips anyway, and eventually got to bed at about 3.30. I was
woken at 6.30 by the read
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