for not burning more fossil fuels. Damn them all to hell.
The North Briton
Misc.
Remarkable colour coordination of alternative cold remedies
Obvious, perhaps, that this week I have been mainly influenced by Fantastic Man magazine. Today’s other cold remedies tested but not pictured include a walk into town in 60mph winds, and joining a private library. The former being unnsuccessful, will report any developments on the latter.
Intermission
Normal blogging will resume after the raising and videoing of an increasingly Randian spaniel, the full refurbishment of a new office space, taxidermy gallery and capitalist resource centre, the maintenance of innumerable gas appliances, the collection of Robin Day chairs from Edinburgh, and the tearing of Wayne Hemingway’s new arsehole. Observation made by puppy today in park: ‘My, that thing over there is wearing a teeshirt with something about greedy bankers printed on it. I didn’t think turds came that big’.
Cassette boy vs. The Apprentice serves as intermission. No regrets about missed duck island gag opportunities, regrets about not posting a single thing for three weeks. Apologies offered to regular reader.
Currently reading: Spaniel instruction manual/lighting circuit theory/’Sketchbook: Conceptual drawings from the world’s most influential designers’ by Timothy O’Donnell/Robert fucking Hughes.
Currently in pocket: loose ham.
Not today
Boz Barbering, Gateshead
Milton Friedman Day
Originally January 29th 2007, celebrated here annually.
Oh, nine
The title by which the new year is currently referred, predominantly due to the receipt of a much larger than expected tax bill, and the drooling of a certain Scot that engineered it. The Christmas break seems to have been treated like a week-long last orders, getting extra drinks in because the bar is about to close. Your sock status has been updated.
