Saturday, December 25, 2004
Life In Transit
VS coined the phrase back in the days before the lifelong vows and morning sickness. I'm sitting here in some characterless airport terminal; pondering when my chance will arrive to be stuffed into an aluminum tube and propelled towards those glorious letters (LHR), without any comprehension of the mathematics behind this feat. Too lazy to read, to sober to stop twitching. My head submits to discordant nodding to the tune of Herbie Hancock & Gravediggaz. My liver is treated to some fine whisky courtesy of the business lounge.
I'm waiting here, i'm waiting at for the 5 o'clock bell at work, i'm waiting for the Green Light, i'm waiting for the beat to drrrrrr-op, i'm waiting for the twist in the tale, i'm waiting to understand, i'm waiting for success. some waiting good, some waiting bad.
The independent has decided to kick in the Christmas Guilt issue early. Apparently Haile Selassie's people are having pecuniary issues, kids in Darfur need my calories and being santa isn't all it's cracked up to be.
I guess this is what makes tax offsets for donations so great, but somebody needs to do the work, and i'm not feeling quite wealthy (read guilty) just yet.
I say: start fixing Africa by killing the EU farm subsidies. Build up their economy by exports of tinned and frozen food.
Although I can see why the government wont do it. A Londoner, with no farms, earns about 3x more per capita than the average jakey outside the M25. Take away their farms, and what do you have?
I'm still petitioning for placing an electric razor fence around the M25. With heavily armed Gurkha guards, regular deportations of chavscum to Inverness, and Red Ken forming a coalition with Guy Hands to run the city as an independent state. Within a decade, London should be wealthy enough to buy Texas, and close it down. Like a political loss leader, a little something to get yourself in the game. Or others out. Then we can stop bombing Aspirin factories in Sudan.
DR, horses and carriages:
DR is proving as impossible to get hold of as ever, shrink786 suggests that we give him the benefit of doubt for at least another month, before we start placing adverts of milk cartons "Have you seen this club fingered accountant with a lisp? Last seen: In Love". I hope I get to do a speech at the wedding.
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