Today's lyric:
"My karma tells me
You've been screwed again.
If you let them do it to you
You've got yourself to blame.
It's you who feels the pain
It's you that feels ashamed.."
The Who: "The dirty jobs"
From the album: "Quadrophenia"
Mid-chapter, I idly glanced out of the carriage window and looked down onto the flat roof of a single-storey extension of a Victorian tenement, nestling cosily among the newly-constructed apartments (are they still called "yuppie flats"?) on the approach into the capital.
Two, formerly-white and now rime-encrusted garden chairs absolutely filled the roof, and looked down on a tiny garden, so filled with wreckage and detritus that it was impossible to see grass, or even earth.
What would possess anyone to sit there, with trains shunting ceaselessly overhead, I could not imagine? Hell would surely be worse?
Just picking up on a MSN snippet from a few days back, about 'inappropriate' domain names (allegedly real - like homesexchange.com - for an estate agents), if you wanted to find historical information about Roger Daltrey's and Pete Townsend's band, you'd go straight to thewhoresearch.com, wouldn't you?
Anyone else got some good'uns?
# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:29 AM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
