Room x37 – Spotting Syncs 101: A Pointless Exercise Part 3 – Word!

I was woken this morning by the hairy warmth of Thoughtful Man nuzzling into my back and a stinky breath dachshund intent on licking the sleep from my eyes.

“Bad news,” he whispered in my ear. “David Bowie’s dead.”

“What?!” Eyes and mouth suddenly open, Poppy took it as a come on for a French kiss. I wiped mouth and attempted to sit up in bed. “What?”

“Yeah, cancer.” He paused. “That’s two now,” he looked at me solemnly.

“Two what?” I lightly batted away Poppy’s energetic attempts to snog me some more.

“The ‘CD of Death’,” Thoughtful Man explained. “I made a CD up for the cab just before Christmas. The first song was ‘Ace of Spades‘ and the second track was ‘Starman.’

“You called it ‘The CD of Death’?” If it wasn’t for the insistent tongue exploring my right nostril, I could have sworn I were still dreaming.

“Well, I do now!” Thoughtful Man pulled Popstar off me, expertly turning her over for a calming belly rub.

“Shit. Well, who else did you put on it?”

He took a deep breath. “George Michael, Barry Manilow, Taylor Swift…” He reached out to the bedside table before placing a silvery disc in my hand. It was blank save for a thick black marker pen ‘X‘ on one side.

“You’ve marked it with cross? Isn’t that a bit morbid?”

“No.” Thoughtful Man looked affronted. “I did that at the time to show which way up to put the CD in the player.”

“Oh, okay. So then, who’s next?”

*******

Round Two of this ‘Pointless Exercise’ will be available later today. As I mentioned on Part 2.1 – it’s a ‘Words’ round.

Words ending iin ark

CYL 😉

*******

It’s the 18th of September 2016 and I’ve just read that Andy Peebles – sounds like ‘andy peepoles – reckons DB was assisted by persons unknown in taking his own life.

 

 

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5 thoughts on “Room x37 – Spotting Syncs 101: A Pointless Exercise Part 3 – Word!

  1. This could be why I don’t have men or dogs in my bedroom. Much as I love them all.

    David Bowie. My sons once picked up a teenage waif who wanted to be David Bowie, who was forever at our house. He stuck a metal teapot in the microwave to help save the left over tea. I still feel mean for giving him a good telling off. I wish I could tell him that.
    The microwave was never the same, of course. But perhaps one should think about being unnecessarily unkind.

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