The Skin-Eaters
Well I met up with blogger and rising Welsh linguaphile/media star Chris Cope and his lovely wife Rachel on Saturday night for a few drinks. As with all the people I have met off the internet; Annie, Christyl, Brian and the Nano crowd they were charming, erudite, witty, vastly well informed and generally all round good company. What their impressions were of us I can only guess.
On a separate note I’m almost disappointed that not one of these internet people has tried to peel off my skin to reach the nutrious goodness inside, turn me into a handbag, groom me for chat room sex, show me their body mods, talk about the Jebus or any of the other myriad horrors I was warned would befall me if I dared to meet people from intarwub land.
I even had a special code word prepared should an emergency arise, but then I forgot it. Received a frantic text from the brother at 1am asking me if I still had all my skin. The answer? A disappointing yes.
Did he believe me? No I couldn’t remember the bloody code word. Now he thinks I’m an agent for the skineaters. Keeps leaving sinister voicemails demanding blood money and death reparations.
Chris has a bi-weekly online column and a regular blog you should check them out.
March 28th, 2006 at 12:29 am
Next time Christyl & I are in town, we’ll make sure we remove some of your skin if you ask real nice. Promise.
March 28th, 2006 at 4:18 am
When you weren’t looking, I stole one of the glasses you used to drink whisky from. I’m going to use your DNA to build an army. Then I will take over Iceland.
March 28th, 2006 at 6:18 am
I’ll probably be back this summer, and will make sure to tell you the Good News.
Who would ever think that I’d go to Ireland to escape extreme religiousness?
March 28th, 2006 at 2:12 pm
Sniff, sniff, you guys are the best internet chums a man could have.
And you know maybe for a minute, just a minute mind I was planning to eat your skin. Not all of it you understand that would be rude, but you know a little square you wouldn’t notice that much.