w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:
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"I could've sworn her hair was made of rayon
She wore a Milton Bradley crayon
But she was something I could lay on."

Zappa/Befheart: "Carolina hard-core ecstasy"
From the album: "Bongo Fury"

With the recent cessation of the twelve-year hosepipe ban*, Cooper had a nice shower at the weekend, with a bikini-line wax and a thorough internal examination with a hoovy.

So is fit to face the threatened Second Coming of winter, with arctic winds, avalanches, plagues of locusts and diseased turkeys** all falling from the Suffolkian skies and bouncing deflectively off the buffed, shiny black roof.

Incidentally, do you know where the word Suffolk came from? Folk from the South. Yep.

So, whence Norfolk? And who called who first?

"Er, you one of them there Northerners?"
"Depends where you're callin' from, pal"

It's like the Grinstead debate. There is only East and West, with miles between 'em, not a town split by civil war or postcode lotteries.

And while the surgical gloves were still to hand, the aquarium got a full-on douche, so the fishies can now see us, and vice versa. The water quality must be good, though, because there are five six-year old loaches in there and the average lifespan is reckoned to be only 3 - 4 years?

Ol' Sparky's been Haloscanned. Plz to pay a visit and leave a comment, just to prove it works?

* that may be an exaggeration
** that may be an hallucination