Good morning :) I am feeling pleased today, very pleased actually as I have finished the piece I was working on for the last few days, titled Oriental Autumn: An Alternative Motion Picture Soundtrack to 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon'. Bit of a mouthful so I reckon I'll just leave it at Oriental Autumn. What do you think?
The weather is good for once. I know lots of people who have complained about the amount of rain and generally shite weather we have gotten so far, but things seem to be taking a turn for the better. Hopefully it will stay like this long into October so we can have a bit of an Indian summer.
Before you ask, yes, the pic in my profile is me, and no, I don't dress like that usually. It's quite an old pic actually, I was on my way to the end of sixth-form Leaver's Ball, dressed as Bond, albeit sans an exotic girl hanging on my arm. Oh well, can't have everything. Notice the Wilko bag in the corner, thus providing a neat counterpoint between high art and low art.
In my experience the supermodel-look type girls usually have incommensurate brains to go with it. I'm not saying that this automatically means you need to find a girl who looks as though she's been hit by the back of a Ford Transit to find a partner with an IQ higher than her tit size, but you usually have to compromise.
I have no idea what to do with myself today. I could start some sketches for a new piece but the heat is soporific. Random thought: here is a great way to break up with a girl; tell her that "our relationship is like a disjunctive syllogism." By the time the hackneyed, cliched look of confusion and incomprehension registers on her face, you can hang up. By the time she's actually worked out what that means, you can be safely away in the next country.
What shall I rant about today? Ok ok, here is something. Along an A road linking my town to the next, the local council recently put a bollard in at a residential T junction. Not just before the junction, not right after it, but actually on the apex, meaning anyone who wanted to turn into the road has to do a much more extreme manoeuvre. So when the council observes that the pesky bollard is, in fact, causing people more work, it decides to re-locate said bollard 5 metres down the road, at a cost to the taxpayer of £100,000. It beggars belief. Can't they think of something better to spend our money with?
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