I went to lectures, I went to work, I met a friend after work, we had dinner, I trundled home again late in the evening, I have a post to write, oy vey. Did I mention I had a beer with my dinner? Attention-span now completely carbonized for the rest of the evening.
And it was a lovely evening, thank you for asking.
Also, no one at work annoyed me today. It has to be a Sign. Prepare the underground food depots. Man the inflatable life-raft pumps. And so on.
Oh, and one more thing, just before I apply pyjamas to person and make the heady choice between the three types of toothpaste now colonising the bathroom sink:
In honour of William Blake’s 250th birthday:
Remember the recent furore over Eurostar’s ‘cheeky’ advert for London? Seen the picture of the widdling thug? Yes? Now look at Blake’s painting Ghost of a Flea.
Am I the only person who has spotted this?
Hmm, does this mean that if we go to Hell, we will be subject to hoards of skin-headed demons? And I have to make a choice between that and never-ending harp music?
Left by archie FCD on December 2nd, 2007