Dye Another Day / August 21 2007
I was planning on paying a visit to the chemist’s in the village today and to take again the opportunity to tease the little old lady who works there. (In my view, they charge a ridiculous price for some of the hair-care products that they stock.)
I need to purchase hair dye for the weekend. Nelson and I plan to polish our mojos and see if we cannot each snare a lovely young female-woman one evening while he is here.
I shall have to make the trip to the shops tomorrow, however, as today I cannot stray too far from the immediate vicinity of the downstairs toilet.
I made a vegetable chilli last night and, like a fool, I used a whole packet of army-strength chilli powder. Not surprisingly, my insides are now like volcanic magma.
If only I could not be so greedy and if only I were less idiotic, then perhaps the effects of the meal would not have been so devastating. But, as usual, I went too far. I ate so much and made the food so hot that I think I actually burnt my spine.
I once made a chilli con carne on a rare night off when Slaughterhouse 5 were on tour, and the band were so internally violated by my cooking that we had to cancel the following night’s gig.
We always considered ourselves to be rather hardy souls. We were musicians who played neither by note nor by ear: we used brute strength.
Well, youthful and resilient postpunk-pop rockers we may have been, but a match for Davy’s famous chilli we definitely were not. Nor would we ever be, as it turns out.
On the Fantastic hi-fi today:
Innervisions – Stevie Wonder
Filed under Cooking / Fun On Tour / Humour / Nelson Galaxy / Rock'n'Roll Excess / Slaughterhouse 5
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3 comments on “Dye Another Day”
Miss Despina / August 21st, 2007 at 11:46 am
My boyfriend does the same thing! Chin up Napoleon, I hope you’re feeling better soon and that you didn’t blog from the bog 
Nelson Galaxy / August 21st, 2007 at 1:33 pm
Are you gonna make one of your infamous/inflamous curries? The hot one that means my singing can only be heard by dogs and deaf people.
Napoleon Fantastic / August 21st, 2007 at 3:30 pm
Miss Despina:
Men, eh? Thanks for your kind concern and yes, I’m feeling better now thanks.
And I can assure you that all blogging was done in the study well away from the bog 
Mr Galaxy:
Yes.
Remember that one I made before we went to see The Buzzcocks in Nottingham? It nearly killed you.
After the first mouthful, you could hardly speak but you just managed to say, ‘I can see through time.’
Then you passed out.
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