April 3rd, 2006

me: wrong side of the mirror

Almost Swiftian in its rapier-like subtlety.

Roding Valley


I think if you're going to go around wearing inch-thick blusher, a fluorescent pink track suit and beige Ugg boots, you should also have the courtesy to provide sunglasses to passersby. Conversely, passersby should be allowed to provide condoms to teenage girls who push prams into the streets without looking because they're either typing text messages into their mobile phones or lighting cigarettes.

Clearly I've spent too much time in Essex recently.

On the plus side, I've met a few intelligent beings on my recent travels, seen some beautiful scenery and gazed longingly at the sky.