Update

[johnny9fingers]

We're having the bathroom redone at present. Our Victorian house will have a Steampunk Victorian bathroom, full of polished chrome exposed piping, checkerboard floor, good lighting etc. Very good neat 'n' tidy workmen, which is a help.

Yesterday I took Poor Mad Felix out to lunch.

Whilst perusing the papers in the pub we go to I noticed an obituary for Poly Styrene, whom I had met a few times. I showed it to Felix who said: "She isn't dead, I spoke to her yesterday."
I then pulled out another paper with another obit, saying: "Well, it seems the other papers have also published her obituary." And pointed him to the other papers.
"You can't believe anything you read in the papers. it's all part of a global conspiracy. She wasn't called Poly Styrene, you know."
I replied to this with: "I know: her name was Marianne Elliott-Said."
He said "Rubbish, she's called Grania and lives in Croydon."

Sometimes he makes me angry. Death isn't subject to Felix's whim, much as he would have otherwise.

In his world nothing anyone else says can ever be the case unless they are agreeing with something that he has already said. The papers and media all lie about everything. He is the source of all truth and knowledge. No book has been written that wasn't either written by him, or stolen from him by another less talented writer. No piece of music was recorded that didn't feature him playing, writing, and producing it. He doesn't like to call himself the messiah, because it is boasting (unlike all of his other claims, which are merely factual retellings of his various exploits through the ages) even though to all other intents and purposes he is the messiah.

He is very mad at the moment, and very difficult to get along with. And I feel guilty for becoming annoyed at some of his outbursts.

Comments

[pastorlenny.livejournal.com]

Dude.

[johnny9fingers.livejournal.com]

I know I shouldn't rise to things, but there are times when I get home that I seethe for a short while. I get over it, but nevertheless....

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

[darkblood777.livejournal.com]

Sometimes madmen make the most interesting friends. Then again if all your friends are mad you might really desire some normality every once in a while.

Most works of fiction are "borrowed" anyway from another source, which was "borrowed" from another source, which was "borrowed" from Poor Mad Felix.

On another note, I'd love to see pictures of your awesome steampunk-esque bathroom.

[johnny9fingers.livejournal.com]

When the bathroom's finished, I'll try to post some pix. :)

[e4q.livejournal.com]

it's good he annoys you, shows you still see him as a real person. it's better for him, as well.

[johnny9fingers.livejournal.com]

I try not to let him see when he's annoying me, but I'm sure some of it seeps through.

[e4q.livejournal.com]

my brother was really annoying when he was mad. smug, too.

doctors told my mum to keep being real with him, that it helped. he recovered in a way that poor mad felix doesn't seem ever likely to, but you are a touchstone for him, you know.

[abomvubuso.livejournal.com]

Mmmm... Victorian house... with a huge English garden, i presume? <3

[johnny9fingers.livejournal.com]

Nah, some 90ft long....

SWMBO's folk have an acre or so. A chum has a couple of acres in Surrey, and another chum owns a considerable amount of Scarborough and the surrounding county.

So a 90-foot-long London garden ain't much, really. Oh well, I can dream.

[abomvubuso.livejournal.com]

Give it to me, i won't complain!

[johnny9fingers.livejournal.com]

I think SWMBO would have views.