It's comic relief time in the UK once more and out come the bankers, supermarket cashiers etc wearing Pyjamas to work!! How fucking hilarious is that? It's like the pinnacle of all that's funny right?
You're right.....it isn't.
If this was ever funny (it wasn't), after decades of such japery it's surely no longer amusing.
I suggest that we start painting all the women with beards and moustaches and have the men wear lipstick, something subtle like that and no one has got to let on that its odd.
Just ask for my money and ill donate...hang on , ... Not if your dressed in your nightwear.
The sun shines through the trees and dances shadows on my eyes as I sit and wait to collect my son from school on this afternoon in March. As the sun shines above, it's odd that some of the clouds are dropping snowflakes. It's a strange time for weather, currently. LCD Soundsystem rings out on the van speaker and calms my soul for a moment (All I Want, is the track fact fans).
It's a beautiful snap shot of time in my world for these few minutes. The person who made my life worthwhile and worth living is about to come chattering into my company and spend the night with his dad.
Maybe if all the rest of he world dropped dead, we wouldn't notice ... Until the bodies started to smell. At least I wouldn't have to ever queue again.
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