Monday, April 23, 2012

Come fly with me

I just finished the Unlimited Dream Company.

Ballard was obsessed with semen stains. My clearest memory of Crash was all that sex-related staining: crusty underpants ahoy! And it's probably going to be my lasting impression of this book too.

I think this one was better and loved the flying & freakiness: it was an absorbing read... But you come* away thinking, that man was just, er, overly concerned with jizz.

* Pardon the pun.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Sorry no

I was driving along when I saw a sign like the above on a gateway. It must once have had an accompanying piece to say what or who they were saying no to, but I like it as it is. 

It doesn't matter what you want: sorry, no. 

Monday, April 16, 2012

Twin pique

Is it wrong to be mildly irritated by a FaceBook status telling friends to remember to send two cards to some one year old twins, rather than one?

It's fair enough when the twins are older and give a toss about cards, but one year old babies? I wouldn't send only one present to twins, absolutely, and I daresay it does get wearing if people treat twins as if they're not individuals. But blimey, I don't even see the point of cards to tiny children. The only people this is about pleasing is the mum and dad.

Oh, hang on - maybe it's a hint to people who would send a single present. Perhaps they're trying not to seem grabby by making it about cards. Irritation fading...

It seems a shame that this post, which I decided earned the label of 'drivel', turns out to be my 1000th post on this blog. I might add some links to some of my favourite posts in celebration...

Saturday, April 14, 2012


The BBC were doing their coverage of the Grand National and put up a table of horses, jockeys and so forth after the race. I noticed that Katie Walsh was listed as 'Miss Katie Walsh'. All the male jockeys were just first name and surname, but for some bizarre reason her name wasn't enough to point up her sex, didn't satisfy someone somewhere - they felt had to put Miss up there as well. It struck me as very very odd.

I'd like to grasp someone by the lapels - gently - and whisper "but why?"

Wednesday, April 04, 2012

It looks worse than it is...

My son discovered a big red mark above his knee when he was changing: "Oh oh, it hurts so much, owww!"

His smile was a bit sheepish when it was pointed out it was paint.