“Your actual hangover, he explained, is no more than a withdrawal syndrome; halt the withdrawal by injecting more of what is withdrawing and the syndrome vanishes with a rustle of black wings.”—The hair of the dog as explained by Kyril Bonfiglioli in “Don’t Point that Thing at Me”
“I very carefully levered up an eyelid but shut it again fast. A merciless sunbeam had squirted straight in, making my brain bleed. Much later I tried again.”—Kyril Bonfiglioli, Don’t Point that Thing at Me
“It was such a lovely evening; tears start to my eyes as I recall it. It is no use treasuring these moments as they occur, it spoils them; they are only for remembering.”—Kyril Bonfiglioli, Don’t Point that Thing at Me
It’s always so great to hear new music from Majical Cloudz. Despite my current love of bleeps and bloops, I’ve always found utterly earnest vocalists so compelling. That sort of authentic, raw vulnerability sounds so rare on contemporary records, but when you hear it, you can’t help but turn to it again and again.
“Bed is the only place for protracted telephoning. It is also excellently suited to reading, sleeping and listening to canaries. It is not at all a good place for sex: sex should take place in armchairs, or in bathrooms, or on lawns which have been brushed but not too recently mown, or on sandy beaches if you happen to have been circumcised. If you are too tired to have intercourse except in a bed you are probably too tired anyway and should be husbanding your strength. Women are the great advocates of sex in bed because they have bad figures to hide (usually) and cold feet to warm (always). Boys are different, of course. But you probably knew that. I must try not to be didactic.”—Kyril Bonfiglioli, Don’t Point that Thing at Me