George Melly knows several ways to be self-indulgent over 24 hours.
IWOULD never spend the eighth day exactly the same way all the time.
It must be a day without guilt because a lot of the things I shall be
doing I do anyway, but I do them guiltily. For example, if I have
something to write, I will frequently get up and start re-sorting my
books into some sort of order. From the top of the house to the bottom.
Thereby preventing myself from writing.
I'm a terrible tidier, something I frequently use as an excuse for not
working. I would like to be able to tidy to my heart's content without a
shade of guilt. Drawers and books and letters and correspondence,
everything. For most people I imagine that sort of thing would be a
nightmare. For me it would be a great pleasure.
Even when I go into somebody else's house and there is a desk all
covered with rubbish, I have to fight to stop myself squaring everything
up. I have several untidy friends who frequently ask me round and leave
me alone in a room. It's a sort of madness and I know the psychiatrists
have a name for it.
I do a lot of fishing and I love trains. So on another eighth day I
would love to catch a train to somewhere in Hampshire, be met by a
cheerful gentleman, wearing the right sort of clothes. Not too
intellectual, please. I don't want to discuss existentialism or
anything. He would drive me to a fishing hut on the banks of one of the
great chalk streams. It would be an ideal day. Not too bright, plenty of
cloud about, but warm. It would be May, but not May at the height of the
May fly season, because then it's really too easy. And I would like to
fish all day and not be too successful. But successful enough. If one's
too successful one becomes sated. There has to be a certain amount of
frustration in looking for brown trout. Using the lightest tackle and
the smallest dry fly.
Then I would have the drinking day. In my youth I was a considerable
drinker. Now, because of age -- touching on 67 -- and because also with
having so much work to do, that has changed. I was fairly idle as a
young man. It seems that everything's happened in reverse. I now control
my drinking. I'm drunk perhaps once a year. High quite a bit. So I would
like to do a bit of real youthful drinking. The sort of thing when you
get up in the morning and say: Good, I'm going to get very drunk. And,
of course, I would like a condition to be that there would be no
hangover. I'd start as soon as they opened at 11 o'clock and I wouldn't
finish until I fell into bed in the small hours. I think it would be gin
and tonic in the morning. Wine at lunch with a brandy afterwards. I've
always eaten when drinking. More gin and tonic in the early evening and
then solid whisky into the small hours, preferably JB or the Famous
Grouse. And I would like all the moments of invention and funniness that
go with heavy drinking, the sort of flow of humour and madness, but none
of the repetitiveness. Nothing maudlin, cheerful to the end. And
furthermore, some sort of guarantee I wouldn't disgrace myself by peeing
on the floor. That's one of the things that pulled my drinking up.
One more eighth day I would cherish: With a great deal of money to
spend I would set off in the morning after a bath, run by my valet, to
the west end of London where I would saunter and purchase objects beyond
my means. I would have two pairs of shoes hand-made at Lobbs. I would
order several hand-made shirts from Turnbull and Asser. Very expensive.
And I would go for a fitting of a suit in Savile Row, say Hunt's. Choose
a couple of ties in the Burlington Arcade. I'd like to lunch in a
leisurely way on oysters washed down with Grouse, probably at a
restaurant called Wilton's. And I would like to buy a nice drawing.
Nothing very expensive -- #20,000, say. I do love expensive objects.
I would really indulge myself as if I was an Edwardian gentleman. And,
of course, I would go to Hardy's, the most celebrated fishing shop in
the world. Fritter away a few hundred there. I would then go back to my
wonderful apartment in, say, Belgravia, having spent enough to keep the
average family in some comfort for a couple of years. And that would be
my disgraceful day.
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