28 June 2009

boogie fever

You know, you trawl though all this internetty wonderland except mostly it's a swamp, or a dark (*remind me later) forest or a swimming pool full of treacle or something, so it feels like you've read everything a million times and...(goes on for a bit)...like, you know.

A couple of posts ago I responded to brownie's comment that things were quiet - too quiet - and today I see that Sam the Dog has been taken to the pound. Wtf is going on?

Dunno.

But back to the treacle theme, in amongst all the treacle you occasionally get, oh I dunno, a little sparkly thing. One of those sparkly things you used to get on birthday cakes when you were four. I'm sure they have a name, but..but..but...they're only a metaphor for fuck's sake, they're not what I was going to write about.

They're a metaphor for the occasional diamond -which, if you think about, is just another metaphor and...

You call that a sparkly thing? This is a sparkly thing:

Initial autopsy results are out and the blame is being pointed at the boogie. It seems no blame is attached to the sunshine, moonlight or the good times.
I just love it.

4 comments:

Ann oDyne said...

I read that it was a delayed allergic reaction to 10-year-old nuts.

Commentors at the numerous articles published by (even) The Guardian are complaining that it has turned into NME. Prof.G.Greer has weighed in as usual.
I would pay good money to see her dancing to Blame It On The Boogie.

phil said...

I don't have that much imagination...

JahTeh said...

It's called a cachou, little silvery sparkly thing which can break teeth.

phil said...

Merci beaucoup. Attention aux dents!

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