I logged onto facebook earlier and saw a conversation between someone I knew and someone else I was sure had died a few years ago, actually I realised I'd got them mixed up with someone else. Probably because I feel a bit fluish and had been in bed for an hour.
It occurred to me that some people put so much of their lives into facebook they could probably write a program to continue as a reasonably accurate facsimilie of their personality after they had died "John ( deceased) likes your comment" etc. It would probably also make a good Japanese horror film which could then be remade in Hollywood and totally fucked up.
I was in town earlier and decided to stand up to the fat scary woman in Oxfam, I wore my headphones and ignored her attempts to bully me into buying something. There were a number of people in fancy dress in Priory Meadow manning a stall - I have no idea what they were trying to do - they seemed to have random outfits on - part burleqsue, part Victorian, part country casual.
I can't be arsed commenting on the new Morrissey 'racist' row - I really can't. it's not as if he shared a twin room with a male assistant or anything. I think people only interview hi to find something knee jerk and 'sexy - outrageous' to blag about. If someone is prepared to delight in a cuisine that serves dog beaten to death because the adrenelin that fear and pain causes make the meat taste better - then I'm happy to call them a sub-species.
Mind you - we did have a rolling joke in the staff room this week about being banned from having a microwave in the kitchen - I suggested that we could boil a lobster in the dishwasher - I was actually joking, a nice steam pudding will be fine!
I've been invited to Brighton later - to a private view - I don't think I can face it - I can see myself spending all day tomorrow in bed, sulking.
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