w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:

"You're beautiful, I love to watch your face in the morning light
You're really cool, I like the way we fight right through the night
And the way we used to kiss was way out of sight
But I can never hope to set you free
Cos you're my bittersweet bundle of misery."

Graham Coxon: "Bittersweet bundle of misery"
From the album: "Happiness in magazines"

Why #1
Unless it's persisting down, between showering and putting on my work-shirt, I stand outside for a couple of minutes each morning, letting the colder-than-inside air waft over me. It's a poor parody of a plunge pool after a sauna.

Fortunately, we aren't overlooked, or the neighbours would be wondering why the mad, middle-aged man next door is stood, naked to the waist, in the dark on a mid-January morning...

Why #2
Do (predominantly) men drive to the railway station, just to let their wife/partner switch to the driving seat when they get out? You're driving bland, European saloons and hatchbacks, guys, not Ferraris, so don't need to relish every waking second of ownership...?

Why #3
Do (predominantly) women walk with one arm swinging wildly at ninety degrees to their body, taking up to three times the necessary width and risking you getting a smack in the nads when you try to overtake...?

Why #4
Do people offer idle threats? Number One Daughter said to me last night "Me and this new Xmas badminton racquet are going to whup your sorry a55."

After seven games, she'd not scored more than 4/15...

if that doesn't provoke a comment, Matey, nothing ever will?

Hah!