4/25

Actually, the subject line is simply a teaser. I couldn't think of a good title for this installment, so I made it up, entirely off-subject. (Although I suppose I WOULD blow a cop if I needed to.) But I digress.

I was thinking of something totally different today, but then I managed to lure my good old friend Turi Giuliano to drop a line to my office. England to the United States...a live, audible conversation with this limey bastard.

First off all, I don't know if he noticed, but the fucking phone was crackling. This would normally not be a problem, but you need to understand that there was an articulation barrier...not a language one, but in the way words are spoken.

This is it...Turi moves to say something very ordinary, and something I would ordinarily understand, despite the English accent, but the phone crackles a bit. Now I'm fucked...I have to quickly piece together what I DID hear before the phone crackled and make sense of it, and then reply with something I HOPE he, too, can understand. This, all the while experiencing the slight awkwardness of speaking to someone you've "known" for so long....it's a bit of a mindjob.

In sum, I hope it was satisfying for Turi..it was for me...I got to hear his voice, which is good, just in case he dies and I need to read an encomium at his wake...it is best to know the WHOLE person.

Mild oddness aside (and technology sucking enough to make the connection sometimes waver), I am glad I finally spoke to him. He is, after all, an A-1 mate. Maybe someday I will get to meet him in person and see him knob a cop. Get Scotland Yard cum on his cheeks and smile and whatnot. Or, we will just attack the Palace, as I threatened long ago.

Cheers, Turi!