Now, as good friends will know, I HATE cheating, and despise those who do it. Ok, no sport competitors, but a well-being of an animal is drawn to attention. I have recently experienced bus journeys on which a passenger has brought their pet dog. They sit down first and their wife next to them. No, sorry, one man and his dog, on the bus! I do really hope that it is not the 'dog walk' of the day. Ok, they may go miles, but by bus. It's cheating!
I also want to state with pathetic pride, that this morning i was bored enough to sort out my draw of odd socks. A sad, dismal excuse for me to write a passage on, but I will exclaim of how satisfying it was, as perfection was almost reached. I am going to take the morale high ground, exclaiming my regular distress at finding odd socks. I am a designer (believe it or not), and for me, there is nothing more distressing than an incomplete 'thing'. In this case, 'a PAIR' of socks. OK, you may not be bothered about wearing odd socks, but they were designed to be worn in pairs, so, we should atleast try to do so. I put all complete pairs on one side of the drawer, with each lonely sock, hanging by itself on the other side, until its partner was found so joining 'the pairs'. It was going well, and i imagined that my theory on fate would be mirrored, in turn I hoped it would mirror reality and 'we all have a partner to find'. The Beatles' Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, sprung to mind as a possible music reference in this blog. All was looking good, when to my distress I realised that I would still be left with an odd sock :(
Hmmm, not only did i get left with an odd sock, but I had proof against my argument that we all find our partners. It seems not, one just gets left in the drawer by itself, forever an odd one in reserve.
BoooHooo. It's sooooooooooooooooooooooo sad!
Hehe, right a link (sort of, The Beatles, Oasis, not the happiest Cat Power). This is a song that is 17 years old (i think), but covered by one of my 'Top 5' favourites. Class.
I also want to state with pathetic pride, that this morning i was bored enough to sort out my draw of odd socks. A sad, dismal excuse for me to write a passage on, but I will exclaim of how satisfying it was, as perfection was almost reached. I am going to take the morale high ground, exclaiming my regular distress at finding odd socks. I am a designer (believe it or not), and for me, there is nothing more distressing than an incomplete 'thing'. In this case, 'a PAIR' of socks. OK, you may not be bothered about wearing odd socks, but they were designed to be worn in pairs, so, we should atleast try to do so. I put all complete pairs on one side of the drawer, with each lonely sock, hanging by itself on the other side, until its partner was found so joining 'the pairs'. It was going well, and i imagined that my theory on fate would be mirrored, in turn I hoped it would mirror reality and 'we all have a partner to find'. The Beatles' Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, sprung to mind as a possible music reference in this blog. All was looking good, when to my distress I realised that I would still be left with an odd sock :(
Hmmm, not only did i get left with an odd sock, but I had proof against my argument that we all find our partners. It seems not, one just gets left in the drawer by itself, forever an odd one in reserve.
BoooHooo. It's sooooooooooooooooooooooo sad!
Hehe, right a link (sort of, The Beatles, Oasis, not the happiest Cat Power). This is a song that is 17 years old (i think), but covered by one of my 'Top 5' favourites. Class.
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