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?


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.


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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