When I was lying in bed last night fretting over the torrential rain and booming thunder, concerned that there’s no where in my apartment far from a window, I ought have been thinking about the North koreans and their decision to go “testing”nuclear weaponery 600 miles out in the japanese sea.
What can you say.
Yet another wonderful example of the good men do when they’re in power. And don’t anyone come back with a “What about maggie Thatcher?”. there’s a definate ratio of about 10,000 idiotic male leaders to each Maggie Thatcher.
What was that quote about when women are depressed they either eat or go shopping, when men get depressed they invade other countries.
Bless.
Neighbours, everybody needs good neighbours.

Anyway, the mood os quare and mixed up at the moment. There’s now just a pair of shirts hanging in the wardrobe that once wouldn’t close; the books on my shelves are out of date Lonely Planets and an encyclopedia on japanese Pop culture; and there’s twenty-six days to get my head around the fact that this will never be again.
Fucking life.
Makes me want to shed a tear.