How much is a sixty-year-old woman worth?

Ma is looking for a job at the moment.
If anyone would like to pay her a little more than her current offers from Jules, Therapist, Nadler and Death, you know where to find her.

99.9% of the conversations you'll ever have

Hunga Munga

Went to the Hunga Munga festival today.

Much inspired by Nad's recent foray into jewellery-making, I decided to create my own line of cheap and cheerless necklaces made from cardboard and poster paint.





Note that these pieces look good on wo/man and dog alike.

I've lived with heartaches and I've roomed with fears

[Soundtrack] [Click on image to enlarge]

Somebody kill me please

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"We both know that love will die at last, turn tepid and perfunctory, decline into mere companionship and affection, if there is not cruelty in it. Not physical harm or violence, but cruelty. The cruelty of loss. Of dread. Of jealousy. Whatever the counselling professions tell us about trust, where we are not jealous, we are not in love at all. Othello was within his rights, though it is not fashionable to say so, to claim he loved too well. His mistake was not to see that suffocating his wife was not the best way to express it. Inviting Cassio to his bed would have been the infinitely preferable option for all parties."

(Howard Jacobson, The Act Of Love, p285)

Just like a guy whose feet are too big for his bed

[Soundtrack]

Makes a fool think he's wise

[Soundtrack/soundsnack]

See how you fade

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Home

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Thanks to everyone who came to the housewarming.

Things As They Are vs. Things As I'd Like Them To Be

[Soundtrack - not just a video to knock one out to, but truly, I believe, an existential cry for help]

And can you see the means without the end, in the random, frantic action that we take?

[Soundtrack: cooked & raw] [Click on image to enlarge]

And mostly I can't even tell what I'm running from

[Soundtrack]

20 years asleep before we sleep...forever

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Yesterday, Cowboydog and I went shopping for coffins.

Just slip on a banana peel, the world's at your feet

[Soundtrack/visual food for thought -the splayed, headless mannequin says it all]

Let's get married, Gordon!

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I think I've finally understood the notion of 'buying votes' in exchange for tax breaks.

As a wavering Labour-man, not particularly wowed by the dour, at times beige Scot that is Mr Brown (albeit respecting his impeccable intellectual credentials), I suddenly find myself getting wood whenever he appears on the box and will most certainly be selecting him and his party in the next election.

Might this have something to do with the fact that I am just about to buy a property and that Gordo has knocked £1,500 off my purchase price?

There is no easy way down

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But you like it, because you feel special that way

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Partially inspired by this.