Friday, January 20, 2006
I fashioned a plastic pouch for the front of the bag. In it I placed an image of an individual – someone who had annoyed me.
This has now developed into a ‘system’. The image changes frequently (sometimes it’s a current irritant, sometimes somebody from way back…). If I don't have access to a photograph, a biro sketch comes close (with the name added because I don’t draw very well). A photo is best, though. The picture invariably gives me the incentive I need to wallop and kick the bag until I reach breathless, sweat-drenched exhaustion.
Some individuals have made regular appearances on the bag: The Noise, The Chair, various tiresome ‘arts practitioners’. If I knew anything about voodoo, they’d all be too bruised to leave the house. Who needs a gym – just use your pain.
Maude had a go the other evening – she was feeling a little stressed after a long commute, so I suggested ‘the therapy of the bag’. I put my shoulder to the back of the bag, bent my knees and told her to give it her best shot. She sent me flying into the paint shelf – god bless her.
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