I’m acutely paranoid that I’m turning into Charlie Brooker. I have to stop reading his articles and agreeing with everything he says (I suspect even he doesn’t agree with a lot of what he says). I don’t agree with a lot of what I say virtually as soon as I’ve said it which means I am at risk of getting into an argument with myself until my head disappears up my own bottom like some kind of disgusting ouroboros. I like the word ouroboros which is why I’m using it twice. I also like recalcitrant because it sounds a little bit like a product you might use on bathroom limescale but means how I feel pretty much every day at work. And in case those are too long and showy-off, pants is always a winner, and chaffinch.
Iain made me think about all the things I’m not doing when he blogged about how he is currently not forming a country/bluegrass backing band. He wrote that in August so I’ve no idea if he got anywhere with it yet. I’m currently not putting together a book with lots of pictures in about my round the world trip in 2005 which I will sell for charity, not pointing out to people at work that they’re pointing out the bloody obvious, not flying to Siem Reap wearing sandles and planning motorbike trips to mountainous places with elephants, not sleeping in late in a hotel bed the size of a tennis court, not working out the details of the charitable foundation I’m setting up with the lottery money I haven’t won, not overseeing the construction of my giant carbon neutral triple glazed utterly cool country house with courtyard and fountains and home cinema and kitchen with six burners and secret underground lair, and most definitely not concentrating on a particularly thrilling PowerPoint presentation I have to do for this Thursday.
Yeah, probably should get on with that. No I shouldn’t. Yes I should.
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