My stepmother always goes on at anyone with a cold to sleep with your head propped up high. I did that last night and now my head is much clearer, but my neck is really stiff and sore. Sigh. Oh well, I thought I had appendicitis or a broke rib yesterday but it was probably indigestion. Yay, I am an old man complaining about my illnesses. ( Read more... )

The Spice Girls are bringing out their own range of furniture! I want to sit on Emma! Posh would be really uncomfortable. Also, mirrors in every colour of the rainbow. When I think of Scary furniture, I still think of the horny chairs I saw in San Antonio. Or flesh-eating sofas ( Read more... )

I woke up at 6.30 this morning with a sudden and perfect and fully-formed realisation that life has no meaning or purpose, God and Heaven and Hell do not exist, and if you're not happy you may as well kill yourself because nothing matters except the present moment. Do you ever get the feeling that it's not going to be a very good day? On the ( Read more... )