The Man With A Long Chin's Diary

 

Being A Cowboy

14/2/96-21/2/96

14 February 1996 - BEING A COWBOY

I've got a new job as a Wild West-style cowboy.

It's quite romantic out here on the prairie: every time I look at a cactus, I think it's a lady, and try to chat it up. When I realise my mistake, I get so angry I smash its top in with an ox's jawbone.

To calm myself down, I have to get a horse to sit on my chest. This so restricts my breathing that I start hyperventilating, which isn't ideal.


21 February 1996 - BEING A COWBOY

I'm finding it hard to get used to life as a Red Indian.

Some of the stuff they get up to is just so way out. Like, at breakfast, they do this song about how great eggs are – but when I explained how eggs were made, they threw me into a lake.

And when one of the hunters comes back with a buffalo, the chief's youngest son has to "arrest" the slain beast by blowing smoke in its face.


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