Ne faites pas du dimanche un jour comme les autres *

And now for a completely hippie moment
On the bus again- I put the customary paperback back into my pocket, and allow myself to feel what is there. Feel the present, look at fellow passengers, flex my bum muscles on the used grey seat; for once I won’t retreat into fiction, or into another deeper inner layer of
regrets
what ifs
memories
but breathe in and feel the anticipation of today fill me up and warm me. It’s good.

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And now for a completely lesbiatric moment
There is something quite spiritual about dolphins, she says, as we flutter about in the sexshop; I’m admittedly there to pick up a present for an unsuspecting friend; as we play with what is on offer, I do wish they would leave the animals out of it. We leave with their last two Fun Factory dolphins, conspicuously packaged into bright pink wrappers that we can later happily display to fellow tube passengers.

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And now for a completely cynical moment
I wish they would stop it with the let’s write to the undecided Ohio voters campaign bollocks. Can’t they tell that it’s incredibly arrogant and will backfire? That’s all I had to add.

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And now for a completely grumpy cunt moment
It’s Halloween, people. Annoying children trick-or-bloody-treating, possibly. Time to put the lights out and lay low, after greasing the doorbell button thing with melted lard; since I’ve run out of anthrax.

* don’t make Sunday into a day just like every other day.