There’s a woman over there on that bench holding a long pink balloon, bent into the shape of, well, to be as delicate as possible, bent into the shape of a ladies bits. It’s not just me, it DOES look like that. The reason that you may be sceptical and I’m not, is that I’m sitting outside the Tate Modern in London, and balloons shaped into female delicates are less surprising in that context. And she keeps saying “Fantaaaastic!” into her mobile phone. “Fantaastic!” There she goes again… “FanTAAAStic!”. No other input to the conversation, just “FANTAAAASTIC!”… And again… Is it?
Actually it’s cloudy and the winds got a chill, and I’ve got a got a cold and I’ve taken a pill, and the ground that I’m sitting on’s a bit too damp, and red t-shirt, red trainers makes me look a bit camp.
Hmmm where did that rhyme come from? I’ll put it back. It’s nice when rock bands send whole cities a message isn’t it? I wonder if they’ve got something to sell?
Anyway, this picture reminded me a bit of how I felt sometimes at work…
And talking of work, I’m going to start a new business. Want to know what it is? Do ya? I might tell you if you buy some CD’s! he he!
red t-shirt AND red trainers! sounds like you need help from the queer eye guys!