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The Snail Drunk
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The Snail Drunk  
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Ep. 1:1
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I hope the waiter brings the chicken
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wings in those little raffia baskets and
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we better get a full array of condiments
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not sauce in sachets and we want our
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two complimentary beers cold not warm.
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Ep. 1:2
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The waiter brings the chicken wings
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in raffia baskets with good cloth napkins
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besides, gingham, to match the table.
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The condiments are unrivalled - jars of
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faultless, tart jellies and hot, thick relishes.
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Ep. 1:3
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We specifically instruct the waiter - No
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beer - but he seems to glaze over at the
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slight deviation from the menu. No beer?
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he repeats, stunned. He scribbles on a
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pad to confirm, No beer, then asks again.
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Ep. 1:4
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No - his carbon paper smile obliterates all
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our demands with officious welcome - our
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complaints or a compliment, thrown to
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break the ice, all are removed alike - lovely,
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lovely chicken - you're going to enjoy it.
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Ep. 1:5
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Our waiter brings two cold beers on
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the house and another two, then two
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more and a peppy couple at the next
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table hand us forty Marlboro light and
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a Marlboro lighter to light them with.
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Ep. 1:6
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As the evening progressed the whole place
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seemed to gather at our table. Everybody
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was delirious with laughter, the beers
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were flowing — I was resigned to it by then —
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for anything I said met only with approval.
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Ep. 1:7
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Then waiters brought chicken wings in
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little raffia baskets and the full array of
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condiments and watched as a tallow tear
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bulged from the corner of her eye and
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set — your silken hair, my love, like straw.
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Ep. 1:8
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I stared down at the chicken, incredulous
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only noticing then the blotches of faint
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green cubing under its skin. Like plaice
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copy the sequencing of their surroundings
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so our chicken had too, from the napkins.
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Ep. 1:9
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Suddenly her head began lolling over —
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only the whites of the eyes left showing
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like two mint imperials. Faces, swirls of
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grimacing under laughter, orange and
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hot like a brazier’s empty into hollow.
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Ep. 1:10
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I thought the moment had passed, that
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her choking had gone without epiphany or
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remembrance. Not so, I ordered more
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chicken, some cold coca-cola and a pack
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of Malboro full strength to revive her.
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Ep. 1:11
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Her neck as suddenly stiffened to revive —
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her pupils dilate and the throat clears of
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dyspepsia — you know what’s coming next —
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that’s right, you know what’s coming, why
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stiffen to revive, you know what’s coming.
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Ep 1:12
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Two waiters come, one grabs the cloth
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and pulls it away, everything on the table
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stays as it is, a miracle — everyone’s amused.
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Meantime, a second waiter is setting up an
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adjacent table and the night begins again.
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Ep. 1:13
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Peas rain down from the mezzanine floor —
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more of a balustrade really I suppose, with
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its thick choke-leg uprights and toffee-tan
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varnish, like the type in Western saloons — the
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devil’s in the detail, garden peas rained down.
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Ep. 1:14
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She ate with renewed vigour but I couldn’t —
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the missiles had grown from a trickle to a
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positive downpour. I glanced up and one
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lodged in my eye, to chunks of laughter — do
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you think we ought to move to a quiet table?
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Ep. 1:15
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No, I do not think we ought to move to a
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quiet table, I think we ought to weather the
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storm here. Waiter, bring us chicken wings
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in raffia baskets and we want two umbrellas
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and waiter, no peas with that, no beer.
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Ep. 1:16
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So there we sat, she in a soiled frock, empire
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waisted and me in cummerbund and dicky bow
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and two waiters are holding brollies over our
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heads, it’s quite romantic really — we’re damned
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if we’re going to let anyone put us off our food.
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Ep. 1:17
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It was romantic, she leaned over, whispering
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this in my ear, if you must know — Oh, my darling
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how I love your chicken breasts, pimpled and
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grey in the cold. With that I unbuttoned my shirt
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and flashed her, raising whoops of elemental joy.
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Ep. 1:18
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Hand on her knee, cold grey plume, Jesus
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Christ, we’re kids again. The chicken arrives
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and the peas subside slowly to an occasional
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insubstantial plop in the beer. My love, your
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skin’s translucent, I can see the meat go down.
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Ep. 1:19
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Skeins of beautiful Vivaldi stretch an already
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beautiful moment out. As it rises and dips I
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imagine love to be something like this, like
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coming inland after years at sea and I say so
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to her, No, she says no, my love, that’s wind.
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Ep. 1:20
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When the lights dim to a catheter yellow and the
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waiter starts wiping tables, it’s a hint that it’s time
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to go. Smearing a glass with a tea towel, he comes
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over to inform us that they can wrap the bones up
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if we like, there’s plenty of meat left on them yet.
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Ep. 1:21
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No, we’re going, I tell him, but then the chef
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comes out of a back room with a bottle wanting
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to engage us now his shift is done and we can
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hardly turn him down — OK, just one small glass —
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waiters appear out of nowhere with chicken wings.
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14 Jul 07

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Different, but i like.
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