udderiffic indulgence.

It takes a while for you to realise what that throbbing pain is.

Your back has stiffened yet again, and you stretch to try and unravel the knot.

It does not work, but you are not surprised. Why should you be?

Somehow, your body always knows how and where to get back at you when it’s mad at you.

But when your mind decides joins in the fun and produces a psychosomatic response to the stress you are putting it through, there is nothing more exhilarating than the the backache you cannot heal.

You sigh into the can of Red Bull which has been nursing you, and pick up The BFG which is sitting next to you.

At least fantasy offers more solace than reality and Red Bull can.

—

Busily lah. So many things to settle.

Then a rather curious thing happened. The procession was moving slowly along Fifth Avenue when suddenly a little girl in a red dress ran out from the crowd and shouted, ‘Oh, James, James! Could I please have just a tiny taste of your marvellous peach?’

‘Help yourself!’ James shouted back. ‘Eat all you want! It won’t keep forever, anyway!’

No sooner had he said this than about fifty other children exploded out of the crowd and came running on to the street.

‘Can we have some, too?’ they cried.

‘Of course you can!’ James answered. ‘Everyone can have some!

The children jumped up on to the truck and swarmed like ants all over the giant peach, eating and eating to their hearts’ content…

By the time the procession was over, the whole gigantic fruit had been completely eaten up, and only the big brown stone in the middle, licked clean and shiny by ten thousand eager little tongues, was left standing on the truck.

– Roald Dahl, James and the Giant Peach, pp. 152 - 153.

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Iz not loldog, iz lolcat.

Iz not lolcat, iz lolRAT.

More pics of the Rockers supper here.