No time gang. No time to get into the inner workings of the world that are so regularly stripped back to the bone and laid bare to piercing gaze of the interweb here upon this altar of incisive commentary. I am a busy bee today. As a result I can only throw out a series of questions for you, my acolytes to ponder upon:
Why are puppies so much better than everything else? Sure it makes sense for them to be a bit better, but THAT much better? I detect the work of some intelligent designer and I shouldn't be too surprised if he/she turned out to be a really awesome puppy. Discuss.
If you could go back in time to any period of history and have sex with anyone, who would it be and why? And would it surprise you to know that the correct answer is that it would be with Rasputin, because you couldn't stop it from happening? Think on't.
Do you think Kenny Dalglish would like me if we met in a social situation? I do hope so. Four Thousand words on my desk by Monday.
Anyway, that's all I've time for today I'm afraid folks. I have been using the phrase 'Swinging the lead' a lot recently. It's a substitute for 'bulshitting' or 'trying it on'. It's an old nautical phrase. Why not enjoy its use yourself?
Film recommendation: The first hour or so of Never Let Me Go