odor* glasses

a statement made by a portly american* man representing banking interests somewhere near the beginning of the last century, he appears to be a character in a story told by a musician about a tour he (the musician) was on where there was much drinking going on by the musicians... maybe this is during prohibition...

all this in the last dream i had before i awoke today, in which, as well as listening to this story told by a musician i was also trying to pull my hair out and play pool, i was in a group of people... largely friends i think...

i was concentrating more on my hair than on the story which involved the musicians distilling some really strong liquer, the bank - who were funding the tour - occupying some kind of double position on this, officially banning it but unofficially allowing it... enter the portly bank representative... and this is where i wish i'd written it down immediately on waking because it was a diamond of a sentence, completely took us by surprise that this story had such a funny punchline and we really laughed, maybe there were some small tensions in the group that were relieved by a moment of real laughter...

the portly bank representative was commenting on this relation the bank had with the drinking in a dry humourous way & he closed his comments with a statement about how, given all of this, they, the bank, would not wish to be in the company of the musicians wearing odor glasses...

and it;s funny how when i came to blog it today i knew without a doubt that he'd said odor and not odour, i could see it written down in the dream almost, he was clearly american and the english spelling of odour really wasn't right, it was odor without a doubt,

trying to find that waking edge as ian anderson had it, and also laughing in a real way, in my dream... nice...

as an aside, when i checked odor and then odour in google to verify the spelling i was particulalry touched by an irish company who are Odour abatement specialists located in Trim, County Meath, Ireland...

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