I’m sat at the back of the bus (cool) drinking cans (cool) out of a Sainsbury’s bag (uncool) wearing a cardigan (uncool) blasting music through headphones (cool) listening to Meatloaf (uncool)
Overall: cool neutral
fifth law of thermodynamics: whenever I board any public transport and choose a seat, a floppy howling baby will spontaneously materialise two seats away
dreamt I lived at a zombie apocalypse refugee camp and I absent-mindedly cracked open the toilet window to air it out after my morning dump and all the zombies got in
what is it that’s so magical and sparkly about a wink. somebody winks at you and you immediately like them. I am going to practise my winking today with everyone I meet
imagine being that bloke in Wuhan tucking into a nice bit of bat on your lunch break, and a time traveller appears and tells you if you have one more bite you’ll set off a worldwide chain reaction culminating in the death of Meatloaf
standing in my bedroom window, one hand in my pocket, one hand on the glass, pondering life’s journey, looking out over Streatham, tearing one off at regular intervals
“O great and powerful Knowledge, we ask of thee—”
[I shove a virgin out of a helicopter into the fiery hell of an erupting volcano]
“—what is the collective noun for a load of badgers?”