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I am trying to crack the definition of "proper metaphor" in Derrida's White Mythology: Metaphor in the Text of Philosophy (true IRL!)

I decide it is time for supper, and that I need and crave is a nice square meal of MULLED WINE! (not generally true IRL)

As I go downstairs towards the off-licence, I encounter ALY & AJ coming upstairs. They were staying with their gran, who lives opposite me (totally untrue IRL)

Sadly they forgot to remind her they were coming, and another pop group (not gran's relatives) is staying with her, though they are out a the moment. They decide they will hang around and watch a DVD, then sort things out with this other group who gets to stay and who to go.

So we go down towards the off licence together. They are queuing to buy popcorn. I feel this is an culturally inadequate, given the part of town we're in. So I promise them I will throw together a Hackney-appropriate snackbase for dedicated at-home movie viewing: viz fancy hummus, doritos and crisps! I am picking out doritos -- trying to decide which will be best, mussel-flavoured or mussel-and-olive flavoured -- when I gradually become aware that the russian shop assistants, while they chat to each other in russian, are performing increasingly elaborate sound-art parodies of bob dylan's "the times they are a-changin"

Throughout all this I have not stopped wrestling with the Derridean conundrum: when interrupted by awareness of the the Russians, I am considering the suggestion that the "proper metaphor" can best be explained (or demonstrated) by the notion of bach's piano works refashioned in hummus