19.04.05 - 05:36am
Oh shit. The diary has stopped again. In the meantime:
Total Eclipse Of The Heart for guitar, voice, fridge freezer and stove.
I was doing a bit of charity shopping this morning (Queen’s All That Jazz and Max Roach’s + 4) and the old dears were on about some paralysed individual who had to explain to his social circle that paralysis was not the same thing as a lack of feeling in the limbs, and so could they please stop punching him for a laugh. Sometimes I think the Nazis had the right idea, they just picked on all the wrong people. Surely it is the cunt question that needs to be addressed?
Sorry. Election stuff is making me increasingly edgy. Also someone told me yesterday that Coldplay, according to a TV poll of some kind, are the band that made the best album of all time. Now, I know for a fact that this is not the case. I don’t know what the best album of all time is, and I suspect that there may not be a best album of all time, but Coldplay aren’t even in the running as far as I’m concerned, talented and decent chaps though they may be. Evidently millions of people can, have and will continue to be WRONGheaded fools for time in perpetuity. I don’t know, maybe it’s me that’s wrong. Perhaps Gordon Brown is the sexiest woman alive and I can’t see it.
Right, I’m going to wash these little bits of froth off my chin. Jesus.