Oblong Scone

Whilst I’m more than happy to admit that I regularly watch the multi-layered epic Neighbours, I have to draw the line at GMTV. In fact, so important is it to me that I draw a line here, I am going to physically draw a line on a big piece of A4(is it possible to have a big piece of A4?) with a purple crayon. That said, it’s Good Friday and I’m not quite ready to transfer from being awake to doing something useful with my life and I’m bored with BBC News with its narrow insistence on being exclusively dedicated to things that have happened, are happening or are about to happen – seriously BBC, innovate. So GMTV with the weather women who only seems interested in telling us where she’s going on holiday and saying hello to her parents. The entertainments reporter from Los Angeles who looks genuinely upset about Woody Harrelson being bothered by a photographer in an airport (literally never has something happened where so little has happened). Our entertainment reporter Carla goes on to re...

Why should you? Why should you have to interrupt the bounce bounce bounce indie post-indie stride because some car may want to turn ‘left’ onto some road you must apparently cross. Fuck them - why should he throw it all away after all this. All this consciously conscious progress down the pavement with you not caring, the shades in the gloom, the jeans that fit in a way that only one percent of the population are interested in and half of those understand. This is the stage, the paving, walking into the distance, out of sight with out any compromise to practicality. This is all about who you are and nothing about almost anything there...is... and you’re in the middle of the road and nothing hits you - maybe becuase 'nothing' could be bothered, but most likely because it just fucking couldn't. You laugh at the lifeless body of that Green Cross Code Man you remember from school. Is it shallow to put everything into your walk and nothing into your destination? Would this blok...