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Stupidity is Better October 29, 2006

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I’m in a good mood today. The reason? Very simple. When I got up at 8.30 to make the first of my many morning cuppas, I had a lovely surprise. The little time-telling device on my ‘puter (aka ‘clock’) said it was only half past seven. Now, I knew the clocks were going back the last weekend in October. But I thought that was next weekend. Yeah.

Anyway.

Lovely bf is in a grump today. He accidentally woke up when I prodded him and asked if he was “ready for tea yet?”. And then he looked at his clock. His clever clock. The clever clock that knew the clocks were going back. So lovely bf thought I’d woken him up at 7.30. Not just Too Early, but Too Early on a Sunday. So there you are. A big grump and all because of a clever clock.

The moral of this tale? Too much cleverness isn’t funny. Nor clever. And ignorance is bliss.

Hurrah. I always suspected it.

The Joy of Shopping

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Well, yesterday was interesting. I actually had a ‘girlie day’, something I haven’t done for a very, very long time. Off to Brighton went Tina and I in our unsuitable shoes and with credit cards at the ready. It was one of many plans I’ve had to take Tina’s mind off her lovelorn existence generated by her ongoing 2-year involvement with a married bloke. Not a good idea. He has got nice teeth though, I’ll give him that. Mind you, so did the big bad wolf… hmmmmm.

So… shopping and extravagance it was then, though neither of us has any money. But it doesn’t seem like real money after a couple of drinks and an hour or two of tapas and sangria. Common sense went floating off into the neon-lit sky as non-essential goodies beckoned us. There’s something rather intoxicating about waltzing round an unfamiliar city. Especially when you have indoctrinated yourself that the good old Visa has a ‘target’ rather than a ‘limit’. I’m sure my bank manager won’t mind. “You’re worth it,” he’ll smile. I, in turn, will give him a twirl in my lovely new clothes, smiling winsomely. Oddly, this tactic didn’t work terribly well with lovely bf when I tottered in at 9pm. Funny, that.

The afternoon also made Tina and me experience lots of other sensations that we might otherwise have happily avoided. Like feelings of fatness, frumpiness and middle-aginess. Where do all those beautiful, funky young things come from with their oddly-placed piercings and pre-puberty bodies? Bastards.

So, today’s pampering has resulted in the following:

shit ideas