Mono-logue

This is a post without a purpose. Usually they all have a purpose. In fact I have developed a rule whereby I never write anything unless I find myself gripped by the moment or enraged by someone wearing a crucifix.

This is not one of those moments. This is going to be quite conventional. Almost like a diary entry, or so I’d wager.

Benjamin Nakizo has been ill for the past month or so. Glandular Fever, ‘Mono’, or the ‘Kissing disease’ depending on your preference. Although Nakizo for the life of him can’t think of whom he may have been kissing.

Regardless it was most unpleasant and came at exactly the right time to screw Nakizo over for all the deadlines he had to meet. He is now up a creek with a very unreliable looking paddle. This is far worse than being stuck without a paddle because at least then you have the perfect excuse, and you can even relax as the currents of fate move you along. But not this time. This time he has to work his way out. Which sucks. To say the least.

Benjamin has also been looking into extending his stay in Edinburgh for a further year. Nakizo has sent off important papers to a merciless bureaucracy and has everything crossed that they will accept him. Should the acceptance be forthcoming Benjamin will begin a year long experience that should really test him. It may be a test he fails. But that is the point. Benjamin wants to know. And he also wants you to know. Today Benjamin bought new trainers in anticipation.

Benjamin has also realised he has no money and that this may scupper his aforementioned plan. That comfortable savings account set up when he was a wee nipper has been run dry by his constant thirst for take away meals and books he will never read. Benjamin is considering selling his car. It is a nice car and Benjamin does not want to. But he likes the significant symbolism involved in such a sacrifice. Heaven forbid, it might even motivate him. Little else does.

Benjamin has also just read that a friend of his is having the time of her life being shot at in Palestine. He knew she voted Lib Dem but did not believe her capable of this. He believes there are other ways she could satisfy her middle class roots. But Benjamin is nonetheless very impressed.

Benjamin has lost a lot of weight during his recent illness. And anyone that knows Benjamin will tell you there is precious little of that to lose. So in the next few weeks expect to see Benjamin eating pizza and fat shakes until he pops. He has to restore that masculine exterior somehow. To compensate, Benjamin has grown a beard in recent weeks. Hence the picture.

Notice how the author was unable to actually talk about his real life so referred to himself in third person throughout. Magic.