Sweat, Dust & Whiskey

version

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Yeah.

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luka

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it all has a pantomime quality doesnt it. it doesnt look like real dirt or real sweat or even a real haircut
 

luka

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i love the heat and how it makes everyone go a bit mental. yesterday i was in the park
reading ballard short stories and its striking how almost all of them take place in the heat
drinks on the veranda, a kind of detachment from the self, watching your wife fall into the
orbit of your rival with a kind of dispassionate curiosity or perverse complicity
 

sufi

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smoking on a hot hot day: it's tfw you light your cig and you can't see the flame or smoke as the sun is so intense, you can't tell if it's smouldering or dead, you take a drag and can't taste the smoke properly as the air is so hot anyway, your fag is at risk of sogginess from the sweat on your nose and top lip, which hits your cig and evaporates instantly leaving a shrivelled and tide marked butt that's turning your fingers brown, it seems to burn down extra fast, you are a smoker so you want to burn the world but it's already on fire
 

luka

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i walked into the pub yesterday about 2pm drenched in sweat, pouring, and there was just one customer in there sitting by the door, one of those
plump, soft-skinned, genteel pissheads and he said
you look very thirsty
and i ordered an ice-cold lager just like in that clip.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
I love sitting inside a pub when it's super hot, door open, everyone else outside in the garden but inside cool and shady and quiet.
 

luka

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i was right under the air conditioning unit. bliss. maybe we should go to the pub now Rich? how hot is it over there?
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
Says 29... most we have had this year is 36 or 37 I think.... that day we just stayed in with aircon on high.
 

version

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I didn't know Wake in Fright was based on a novel. What are some good books in this vein? Luke mentioned Ballard. He's got a few like that. That Steinbeck I read recently had a lot of lounging around drinking gallons of wine at midday. DeLillo's The Names is an upmarket version with a bunch of professional Americans occupying Greece in the 80s.

There's a distinction between the professional or tourist abroad story and the sweaty, dusty story, mind you. One's grimy, unbuttoned shirts stuck to your back, the other's affairs, intrigue and linen suits. Sorcerer vs. The Talented Mr. Ripley.
 
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