As I sit here writing this my stomach and brain are fighting each other with conflicted messages. – Stomachs position on the situation is clear and precise…”Im Hungry, give me food or i shall turn to digesting the fleshy walls of your stomach to satisfy me”. He poses a strong argument for the cause of getting up from my comfy chair, in a warm building to brave the outside (which is doing it’s best to imitate one of the poles). The brain however (who is completely bias in the writings of this post as he is control of my motor functions and therefore rules all) has a different stance- yet equally as simple. “Warm here- stay here”. However what my brain has not banked upon is a rebellious steak within its midst against itself- therefore Stomach wins – Food time. Screw you brain you don’t own me.
The toss up between lunch and hunger
There is never an acceptable time to wear lace…
The only future worth imagining, after the disarmament process, once the last echoes of war have faded and we are all living in a Utopia of our own design, where children play freely without care and nobody reads the Daily Mail or ever mentions its existence; will be one where it is completely acceptable to where lace… in this future, Prince will return to our hearts as the true lord and sovereign of this now great Earth.
He really is the only one who could get away with throwing a little lace into the mix. Many others tried to follow of course, but all were slain. It looked awful. They knew it. Yes, they; your Boys of George, your Adams of Ants, your Flocks of Seagulls. Pitiful it was. All these pretenders to the lace’d crown. These Slacks of all Fades, These Plasters of Spun.
They almost ruined it for everyone. It was a darkened time, known to many only as ‘The 80’s’.
That time is past us now. It is but a memory associated with a great many remaining compilation CD’s every one of which has a Wham! record on it. This is a preservation technique, naively believed by George Michael to keep him alive in some small part beyond the years of his body, as a Horcrux, until one day he has gathered enough strength to return to us in a mightier form than his human host allowed, so that he might challenge Prince for the dominance of the earth.
Prince of course, would never allow this.
He wears lace.
1, 2, 1, 2… this is just a test
I like this y’know: http://www.fromthebasement.tv/home – I like it alot
And so another year begins
What could possibly usher in a new year better than a new website? I’ll tell you what..Cash…Thats what
indeed it is possible to eat a rabbit whole
Freeform typing…
The act of freeform typing is the equivalent of just saying what you think but at a slightly increased rate as you are trying to keep up with the train of thought process as you type which unless you are a stenographer is a very hard thing to do. Then there is the issue of spelling and punctuation. The reason this article is being published is because Ant has asked me to do a test post on this the quiteenjoy blog and I generally do what Ant says because he is more powerful than me and has a kill rating of +9… pity.
– Andi