Catching Up

So it's been a while. Here are the things that have been occupying my brain recently;

>:-[ The snack machine at the Bus Station in Edinburgh has Roast Ox flavoured crisps in it. This has precipitated a mental riff on other Biblical crisp flavours. Lowly Donkey flavour, Firstborn Son flavour, Locust flavour and Pestilence and Vinegar were my particular favourites. One of my colleagues may now adapt this as a game at his sunday school...or maybe not.

The BBC is planning on saving money by showing more repeats on BBC3. Surely this is in no way possible. The entire schedule is taken up by whichever bad parenting show they have on a loop that week, something we've seen already about how to rob people and 23 episodes of Two Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps. I love to witness the slow progression Sheridan Smith's character makes from chav to the poshest girl ever to wear a tracksuit over 300 odd episodes as much as the next man...but honestly - enough already!

I worked very hard to get into Heroes on the third attempt. BBC2 helpfully replayed the first 9 episodes for me over 2 evenings. It mainly gave me a headache. I think I'd quite like to see the cheerleader die. The nurse who absorbs people's powers has a good flop to his fringe though. I have seen the guy who plays his brother in something called Mysterious Ways with Rae Dawn Chong. I remember liking it, but I have no idea where I saw it or why I was watching it, or what it was about. Meanwhile back in Heroes, the Jekyll and Hyde woman has really strange pale make-up that stops abruptly on her beetroot red neck. If I'm noticing all these things, I can't be particularly swept up in the story.

Where the hair oil (as my mother would say) are my nail scissors? I've looked everywhere and can find only pair after pair of tweezers.

I met some very cool people at the hen weekend I was on. One of them only recently discovered that unicorns are in fact not real and cannot be visited at the zoo.

My sofa is way more comfortable if I pull out the bottom cushions a bit and let the back ones drop down into the gap. This has been a revelation in living room comfort that has allowed me to re-watch season 2 of Buffy in a previously unknown state of bliss. David Boreanaz aged quite a lot for a vampire over 7 years. James Marsters must have a hideous portrait in his attic.

Tomorrow is the 39th anniversary of the first performance of Hair. I shall therefore end on a song;

"Harmony and understanding,
Sympathy and trust abounding,
No more falsehoods or derisions,
Golden living dreams of vision,
Mystic crystal revelation,
And the mind's true liberation,
Aquarius,
Aquarius."

...I think they might have been on something when they wrote that.