Head And Shoulders:
When I moved to my new flat I was very happy but,
when I worked out that the whispering voices that I can hear
when I put my head under the water belong to dead people,
I wasn’t happy any longer, particularly because I realised that everytime
I put my head under the water and I had a bath, the voices where slightly
louder than the time before… I tried not putting my head under the water
when I had a bath, but every fucking time curiosity got the better of me
and I had to try, just for a second, just to check, and of course, even
half a second of that sort of thing would bother anyone.
I keep asking the landlord to put a shower in, but he prevaricates
and says things like: What you want a shower for, that’s a lovely old bath,
that’s an antique, that is, look at it it’s victorian, you’ld pay top dollar for one of those at the reclamation yard…
It’s allright for him. He hasn’t got fucking dead people talking to him
every time he washes his hair.