Empty bars in the afternoonBy means of extemporaneous discourse a study of the curiosities and peculiarities of the human condition in its many wicked and wise ways |
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That post last night came out much worse than I intended. It began in my head as a rant about gyms and somehow ended up bemoaning life in general. I do have these lapses now and then.
Go to work. Buy products. Go to the gym. Sleep. Repeat. Yes, that is the next unoriginal Radiohead song, but it’s true, isn’t it? Are you happy with this life? Really? Do you think this is how we’re supposed to spend our three score plus ten on Earth? I don’t mean to be rude, but I think that if you’re happy with this sort of life you’re fucked up in the head and if my daughter introduced you to me as her beau-to-be I’d give you a solid crack round the cock. It’s all wrong. This idiocy, placating ourselves with television and drugs, is beyond reason. I have intelligent friends and family but they’ve all chosen to ignore it and just plough on regardless. I’ve never understood but I’ve been pretending for years that I should and that it’s me that’s wrong, but now I don’t. It’s not wrong to be dissatisfied …read more.
Are there any greater punchable cunts than those round-faced fat-eyed smarmy-voiced dick-beans off of Peep Show? We all know that smug, fake-wry nonce Clarkson is punchable despite being alright on the quiet, but those two shit-cocks beat him hands down. Southern comedy in a bag.
Sometimes I think I’m over my compulsion to drink and then it’s the middle of the night and you’re the only one in your head again. News bullets: I stopped going to my job. It was not mentally good for me and I’m too weak in the head these days to put up with that for the sake of money. I’d rather get through this period of skintness (or poverty as the Africans call it) than dredge through that sordid routine. Margo Grimshaw would hate me for this; this makes me feel just a little bit better.
Well bugger me senseless – we all got tickets! All hail the power of the Telegraph computers and Angie’s mad computer skills. I’m round at Terrence’s for the remainder of the weekend and start my new job on Tuesday, but it’s good to know I have Glasto to look forward to again. Having something to look forward to is pretty much all I need. |
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