Welcome To The Working Week! Yeah, you're welcome to it, Elvis Costello! But what if it was 21 hours? Elvis Costello sounds like a made up name to me, but that's beside the point. The point is that according to a news a left-wing think tank called the New Economics Foundation says that the working week should be cut to 21 hours. Hmm, sounds like a good idea. Perhaps I'm left-wing. Or perhaps I'm a think tank. I don't think Mr so-called Costello would have been so sarcastic (I'm assuming he was being sarcastic) if it was only 21 hours. twenty-one's a nice number too. It's the number of days in three weeks. And if you add the two and the one, that's three. But you'd be wrong to do that, because it's not a two, it's a twenty. Do you see? Eh, does that mess up your world-view, Mrs. Madonna? Maybe it doesn't, I don't know how it works in Hebrew. But it's nonsense anyway, Mrs. Madonna! Anyway, sorry, I got a bit sidetracked there, won't let it happen again - not. Anyway, they say, what with all the unemployment and that, and people working too long, they should work less and be poor but have more time to walk the dog and put up their neighbours' shelves for them and stuff. Sounds alright to me, but I'm not sure they're doing a good job of selling it to the majority of people. Still, I supposed that's what left-wing means. Ooh, bit of satire there. Or a bit of realism? Or both? Or neither? The ball is well and truly in your court - will it get a fair trial?
A very poor news indeed brings us tidings that, for Valentine's Day, an uninspiring line of poetry is to be shone onto a rock for a few hours. Look to the living, love them, and hold on. I mean, no offense, perhaps it's very nice in context. I don't expect it was written to stand alone and be shone onto a rock. But I mean, believe you me, you can get into bother for holding onto people. They say there are other poems shining onto things in the city for longer, but they don't say if they're full poems or not, leading me to suspect that they're more naked lines, and they don't feel it's worth telling us what they are. You want that sort of thing you should shine a torch in my ear, let me too you. Not, I haven't got anything tattooed in there. Don't be so literal. I was being poetic.
Did you know I was a poetical? My long-term readers will, but I don't think I've poeted here for quite some time. If you give me a request you might get lucky. No promises, mind.
Well, it's the weekend. What are you doing? I might do some work. Ha ha. Am I really left-wing? Who can tell? Who's to say?
that's all from me for now
see you around
Unimpressive Problem Of The Day: Not Having A Dishwasher