did i really send in that many journal entries yesterday?
wow, look at me being all prolific and whatnot.
oh, you know i should learn my lesson and stay away from irony and sarcasm.
some of my un-funny irony & sarcasm sometimes gets misconstrued as un-funny earnestness (more often than not by un-funny members of the press, of which there are only a few. see, i love the press.
look at me loving the press. hi, press, i love you. don’t hate me, ok? oh, that’s right, most of you already do. ah well, i tried. my shameless pandering and sycophancy once again scoring me no bonuses or indulgences with the third estate. or fourth estate. or whatever the press is called. fifth estate? i should stop while i’m ahead. or behind. as the case may be. or most likely is.).
so no more irony or facetiousness or sarcasm from me.
‘the importance of being earnest’, truer words were never spoken. i shall engrave this sentiment upon my heart with a chopstick.
did i mention that i’m somewhere in the middle of a field?
there’s this odd tradition in the uk of building hotels in the middle of fields.
so, here we are. in the middle of a field. in a hotel.
i once stayed in a hotel in the middle of a field in northern ireland and almost got killed by some bulls that i mistook for cows.
which goes to prove that i’m not into bestiality.
cos a bestialityizer would’ve been checking out the animals undercarriage and would’ve clearly seen that they were bulls.
i just thought that they were eager cows. eagerly running towards me. trying to crush my vegan bones. i felt like neil from the young one’s:
‘whoa, cows, don’t get all heavy on me, i’m here in peace, man, or cow, or bull, or whatever, oh well, you hate me, cool.’
if you’ve never seen the ‘young ones’ you need to get yourself to a dvd shoppe and buy the ‘young ones’ complete dvd.
it’s as inspired now as it was 20 years ago.
they had motorhead and dexy’s midnight runners on the young ones.
and alexei sayle.
‘the young ones’ is great. i think that’s all that i have to say for now.
thanks,
moby