Friday, January 06, 2006
Concerns of the Day:-
Oh dear.
Had that dream again last night. The one where I'm having a poo on a toilet in my great aunt's kitchen, while chatting away to a young lady who's making toast. This is the best bit, I know in the dream that this is actually socially acceptable, although I'm still embarrassd, but it only gets embarrassing and beyond the realms of decency when I wipe my bottom. I suspect I may have Persike-ological problems. It gets more bizarre, but I think we'll leave it there for now.
Two further surreal events that have worried me recently:-
a) I saw a man dressed as Father Christmas cycling over a bridge on the M25. "Thats not odd" I hear you cry, until you consider he was being tailed by a man dressed as Rudolph - also on a bike (Obviously taking it easy after Christmas - unless its government cutbakcs in the magical kingdom).
b) A very elderly gentleman pinched my bottom in Wantage Sainsbury's and said "do you mind if I go in front darling". The possible intent behind his questioning led me to shudder, and I happily dropped.................................................... 2 places in the queue.
Ill-informed, Misguided and Ill-concieved Ranting Opinion of the Day:-
Consider my mental fury as a miniture 'wheel of fortune' spinning around in my mind, the wheel is divvied up into 30 coloured segments.
The ten red segments, or 'Bastards', are politicians or people in the public eye.
The ten blue segments, or 'Other Bastards,' consist of generalised genres of people- for example, people who text or send e-mails into news programmes / reality TV programmes and are clearly stupid/bigotted/begotten of siblings, or frankly - just twats.
The ten green segments are the wild cards or 'expletives'. These are happenings, situations and Monday mornings. They consist of news items, worries, anything pissing off my mates, or anything into which my rage is channelled during that particular milli-second.
Spin the wheel - where she stops, no-one knows.
Right-o.
Green - Charles Kennedy's solo booze olympics. Alright, it probably is'nt appropriate for him to be leader of a political party for a bit, but they sharpened the bloody knives didn't they. Poor sod. I know that this is a comparison that he is hardly likely to favour, but that Simian Cretin George Dubyah is a recovering alchoholic, and he's been allowed to stay at the forefront of politics. For once I found myself agreeing with that moist cloud of rectal gas Camembert Optic or whatever his name is (MP fella married to a plasitc enhanced weather girl), who , to be fair, spoke with some elequence and decency about the whole thing.
I fear that with the loss of Charles kennedy also comes the demise of three party politics, as I can't see old Minge Campbell being able to deal with it, so we will be left with a choice of either nasty, lying facist, ultra-capitlist turds, or the tories.
Song Lyric of the Day:-
Just another quiet night in England,
Sleeping in some frozen doorway.
Another quiet night in England,
Everywhere the game's the same -
Its pride and wealth and public shame.
And another quiet night goes by.
Literary Quote of the Day:-
'Oook?'( said the Librarian)
'I've got a lovely new vest.' (said the Bursar)
'But look' said Ponder, 'the graveyards are full of people who rushed in bravely but unwisely.'
'Ook.'
'What'd he say?' said the bursar, passing briefly through reality on his way somewhere else.
'I think he said"sooner or later the graveyards are full of everybody"' said Ponder. ' Oh, blast. Come on.'
Cheers
love and hugs
Dan
Oh dear.
Had that dream again last night. The one where I'm having a poo on a toilet in my great aunt's kitchen, while chatting away to a young lady who's making toast. This is the best bit, I know in the dream that this is actually socially acceptable, although I'm still embarrassd, but it only gets embarrassing and beyond the realms of decency when I wipe my bottom. I suspect I may have Persike-ological problems. It gets more bizarre, but I think we'll leave it there for now.
Two further surreal events that have worried me recently:-
a) I saw a man dressed as Father Christmas cycling over a bridge on the M25. "Thats not odd" I hear you cry, until you consider he was being tailed by a man dressed as Rudolph - also on a bike (Obviously taking it easy after Christmas - unless its government cutbakcs in the magical kingdom).
b) A very elderly gentleman pinched my bottom in Wantage Sainsbury's and said "do you mind if I go in front darling". The possible intent behind his questioning led me to shudder, and I happily dropped.................................................... 2 places in the queue.
Ill-informed, Misguided and Ill-concieved Ranting Opinion of the Day:-
Consider my mental fury as a miniture 'wheel of fortune' spinning around in my mind, the wheel is divvied up into 30 coloured segments.
The ten red segments, or 'Bastards', are politicians or people in the public eye.
The ten blue segments, or 'Other Bastards,' consist of generalised genres of people- for example, people who text or send e-mails into news programmes / reality TV programmes and are clearly stupid/bigotted/begotten of siblings, or frankly - just twats.
The ten green segments are the wild cards or 'expletives'. These are happenings, situations and Monday mornings. They consist of news items, worries, anything pissing off my mates, or anything into which my rage is channelled during that particular milli-second.
Spin the wheel - where she stops, no-one knows.
Right-o.
Green - Charles Kennedy's solo booze olympics. Alright, it probably is'nt appropriate for him to be leader of a political party for a bit, but they sharpened the bloody knives didn't they. Poor sod. I know that this is a comparison that he is hardly likely to favour, but that Simian Cretin George Dubyah is a recovering alchoholic, and he's been allowed to stay at the forefront of politics. For once I found myself agreeing with that moist cloud of rectal gas Camembert Optic or whatever his name is (MP fella married to a plasitc enhanced weather girl), who , to be fair, spoke with some elequence and decency about the whole thing.
I fear that with the loss of Charles kennedy also comes the demise of three party politics, as I can't see old Minge Campbell being able to deal with it, so we will be left with a choice of either nasty, lying facist, ultra-capitlist turds, or the tories.
Song Lyric of the Day:-
Just another quiet night in England,
Sleeping in some frozen doorway.
Another quiet night in England,
Everywhere the game's the same -
Its pride and wealth and public shame.
And another quiet night goes by.
Literary Quote of the Day:-
'Oook?'( said the Librarian)
'I've got a lovely new vest.' (said the Bursar)
'But look' said Ponder, 'the graveyards are full of people who rushed in bravely but unwisely.'
'Ook.'
'What'd he say?' said the bursar, passing briefly through reality on his way somewhere else.
'I think he said"sooner or later the graveyards are full of everybody"' said Ponder. ' Oh, blast. Come on.'
Cheers
love and hugs
Dan
