I had a thought process today that involved seeing all the human population wearing a slowly rotting meat carcass suit. We carry around this ever degrading body until it sags and droops and dis colours. It's pretty revolting actually. I'm 36 and I look at my wrinkles and saggy cheeks and grey hair thinking that I already carry a body that's too far gone to be attractive. Then as I look at overweight people and the elderly I see that they must worry more than I. But this is our destiny, not to bloom into a butterfly but to have the flesh fall off our body in horrid fashion. It put me off my dinner to be honest. 

Also today I heard a comment on radio two of a caller ringing in to mention just how funny the 'simples' adverts were. I was amazed at  the success of a fucking Meerkat in a suit saying fucking "Simples'. Is this really the epitome of comedy? Added to that a fat bloke opera singing "Go Compere" What the fucking fuck is so funny about that? The only people who find this utter shite funny is 'Simplestons'.