End of a day

Ayrton Senna once said that he felt that "we are all seeking emotions".

This evening as I prepared dinner, I listened to All of this and Nothing by the Psychedelic Furs. Normally I would have Channel 4 News on. Actually it was on, but the Furs provided the soundtrack. Can I suggest that if you would like to view current affairs from a tangential angle that you try listening to some of your favourite music whilst watching the news. There was a report about the relationship between China and Japan with footage of war, as well as statesman doing what they do, (I don't know very much about him, but as premiers go, I would have to say that Mr Koizumi, the previous Japanese Prime Minister was a cool one). Anyway, songs that move you, played over footage of people killing or getting one over on each other, move you more, take it from me.

The fact that I spent most of the day unblocking a drain might be relevant and my tuna with ginger, spring onions and teryaki sauce was delicious in case you were wondering.

Brew hah hah

One morning last week I woke quite early and decided to have a cup of tea. As the kettle warmed up on the stove, I considered the day ahead whilst dangerously multitasking, getting the tea bag out of the cupdboard, milk from the fridge and so on. The kettle was almost ready when I was suddenly aware of a big flame on my right hand side and quite a bit of smoke. My dressing gown was on fire. One acts quickly in these situations and very quickly I was doing my naked version of the hakka on top of the combustible garment. Gemma arrived on the scene concerned that a "girl had broken in" on account of the scream that had woken her.

There seems to be an elemental pattern to my early morning traumas, I might be due to wake up spattered with mud.