debxena

Woke up early, cranky. Was going to have to get up at 7am anyhow (which is early for me), when some bastard called the home phone line just after 6am. Ben answered it, but my mind was worried if something had happened to someone, and it woke me up. Apparently there was no one on the other end, either.

But I am wearing pretty underwear (beneath my light raspberry-coloured sleeveless top and velvety black trousers) and I listened to Bill Hicks as I was driving into work. That's cheered me right up!

So. Knickers + Goat Boy = happy Deb. A nice equation.

The Goat Boy Rises - New Yorker article from 1993, about Hicks NOT appearing on Letterman

GoatBoy skit, uncut - Revelations tour, London, 1991

'Here is my final point. About drugs, about alcohol, about pornography and smoking and everything else. What business is it of yours what I do, read, buy, see, say, think, who I fuck, what I take into my body - as long as I do not harm another human being on this planet?'