1. Did I ever tell you I used to be in a band?
Koopa
2. My mother is so scared of catching MRSA that she is not going ahead with her foot operation. She doesn't want to lose her legs like Lesley Ash which is understandable. Get a new set of lips and lose your legs, it's the price you pay. I have the same attitude with the hangover pill. Don't you just know we're all gonna pay somewhere down the line?
3. Weird dream. I joined the army and got on the bus where they threatened a particularly nasty initiation process. They didn't scare me. When we arrived at the barracks and claimed my bed all my school mates turned up having joined the army too. When I asked why they pointed at the PC's behind the beds. We could spend all night playing army designed first person shooter games free all night. Cool I said but... Don't you just know we're all gonna pay somewhere down the line?
4. Finished my new short story Full Circle last night. More pleased with it than Acceptance which when I read it back seemed trite.
5. I have converted to the tabloid Independent from the Grauniad (only on Tuesdays and Wednesdays) because I don't like just throwing away those huge Education and Society supplements. They should make them optional. It'll be better when the Grauniad reformats next year I guess.
6. I have submitted my thoughts on crime to the Avon and Somerset Constabulary.( They asked for it) The main thrust of what I said stated that I did not believe that their involvement with reality TV programmes, particularly city centre, fighting and drinking type crime was a good thing from a PR perspective. It's a distorted vision of what happens as they jump from one incident to another. The value such programmes promote is social control but in fact I think that more people are scared by what they see. I also told them that people don't want to see traffic cops stealing our cash, we hate that.
7. I'm gonna bunk off early today, no doubt about it. Time for a top three.
Top three maize snacks
1. Monster Munch Flaming Hot
2. Space Raiders
3. Salt and Vinegar Chipsticks
Get that lot stuck round your teeth.
Or visit one of the greatest Interweb sites ever. Snackspot
8. See I've gone and committed myself to ten points a day. Which if I were at Weight Watchers would be too little but here I'm wondering if it's too much. No I forgot it's not I was going rename the Blog, Ten Points A Night, which is quite clever if you say it with an Irish accent. Blown Away, I'm not going over that again. I sat down thinking it was Arlington whatever it's called, forgetting it's a totally different film. The news is so dull lately that my brain has been dried like a herring with a hairdryer. Something happen for fucks sake!!
9. I suppose in lieue of any interesting news, I'll tell you about my spat with Jimmy Krankie before she died. After seeing her on TV one night, I got her email address from her agent and I emailed her saying that wasn't it time she gave up prentending to be a young schoolboy since she was now almost 75. Basically she told me where to get off, who did I think I was etc. She had a point. She was perfectly entitled to live out her sick fantasy in any manner she chose fit. Just to prove that she was just as lively and mischevious as any schoolboy, she sent a few photographs of herself catapulting marbles through some windows of an Ayrshire Building Society. I couldn't fault her energy or target, they;d turned me down for a mortgage based on the fact that I once had scurvy. Her husband Ian mailed me a few days later to explain that Jimmy had been arrested and bailed to appear at the magistrates court later that day for the incident. The custody saergant checked on her at 11 am, he found Jimmy hanging by a spare school tie, she always kept in her sock. I guess it had become more than a panto, more than just kids entertainment. A note was found scribbled in an old exercise book under her imaginary geography homework. It simply said...
10. Don't you just know we're all gonna pay somewhere down the line?
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