w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:

"If holy is as holy does, this house will burn straight down to hell
Take its conscience with it as it falls
Nothing said could change the fact my trust was blind, you broke the pact
If god's my witness, god must be blind?"

Garbage: "As heaven is wide"
From the album: "Garbage

Time was - and, in truth, until quite recently, I could virtually guarantee a seat on my daily commute into work. But lately, I find myself paying three grand a year for a season ticket to stand on my pins for the 45-mile trip in.

Honestly, if it wouldn't take forever to fight my way in and out by car, I'd cheerfully stuff the environmental consequences and congestion charges in exchange for my own private, germ- and smell-free space.

Dirty bombs? Why not just charge people to spend two hours a day with coughing, sneezing, wheezing scrotes, some of whom appear to need sat-nav to find their way to a bathroom?

Yes, you. Pretending to be asleep while the gaseous by-products of last night's meal escape unchecked from your seated arse.

If it wasn't for the fact that I'm more caring about my fellow passengers, I'd fart back from my vertical position and then quietly stand by, the picture of innocence, while you took a turn to be enveloped in noxious fumes.

Oh yes.

And I'm still bloody cold.