“I’ve got a friend who’s a genius, nobody listens to him. I’ve got some friends that got famous: la la la la la la la la” Spencer Krug

Radiohead’s newest: nostalgic crowd pleaser but in no way stagnant, shame the same can’t be said for Muse’s….

here comes the sun, and the swarms of ice cream vans

If emotions make people illogical, does that mean that you shouldn’t listen to those who love you?

Sainsbury’s is doing 25% off 6 bottles of wine and chateau David is already out of stock…

When world leaders will only say a dictator must go until after a people’s rebellion… Is it time to be worried yet?

Is there such a thing as useless knowledge?

Press the button, she said, see what happens.

Children grow up to like to press buttons, expecting an action, a noise, flashing lights, an explosion.

Adults have to deal with childish desires all the time…

By the time you swear you’re his,
  Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
  Infinite, undying —
Lady, make a note of this:
  One of you is lying.

          – Dorothy Parker.

Valentine’s is a messed up day, of fake forced feelings between busy people who otherwise wouldn’t be bothered, much like Xmas. Funnily enough my sister was quite fond of this poem… and then she passed away on the very day… and you wonder why writers are cynical…

Standing in the supermarket queue, the collection of recycled bags made me feel guilty. With nothing else to do, I peered into the cash compartment of the old wallet, only to see a wad of receipts. I could only wish I could afford more drink to get over my lack of cash.

Through the slightly fuzzy bleating of yet another frustrated loser on my headphones, I heard a shout.  Of course, I ignored it.

But then there was another.  In your peripheral vision, you can sense when people are turning to look at something.  So I pulled out one earphone and tried to locate the source of this commotion.

Three security staff had a guy surrounded.  Not your usual skinny kid in a hat one size too large, these guys were heavy.  One guard had grabbed the guys arm and didn’t look like he was going to let go anytime soon. The guy didn’t like this, but didn’t want to fight back.  Like a child trying to escape his mother. Slinking, sinking, hoping there’s some way out this.  But of course there isn’t.  You will have to take that bath, and this guy would have to wait for the cops.

And that’s why there was shouting. He was pleading to be let go. As if the cops were going to give him a real spanking when they got home.  He wriggled and twisted and turned, and everyone could see he was not a happy bunny.

Three more guards appeared, with other staff. It was quite a scene. They started to bundle the guy through a back door. He was practically crying at this point.

I decided to make good of what I had seen.  I picked up the recycle bag, left the queue, filled it with bottles of plonk, and walked out the store. The alarm went off, so I turned and stopped. An attendant came to see and I pulled out my wallet, picking through the receipts. 

He waved me away.