The Muse intends to provide an explicit and frank commentary of life in the twenty first century. I intend to wrestle every subject that presents itself, like a large Yorkshireman grappling with an unsuspecting southerner outside his local chipshop. Subject matter will be assorted; both topical and abstract. The Muse intends to scrutinise the people and processes in contemporary society.
Sunday, 31 January 2010
An alternative, yet still productive, to do list...
Turn alarm clock onto radio alert, as opposed to war time siren mode.
Write abusive letter to the grey haired shitfuck of a bus driver at ARRIVA who arrived 5 minutes early last Tuesday when I was 20 yards from the stop. Prick.
Refrain from staying up ridiculously late for no reason at all.
Buy some edible, perhaps even imaginative cereal, as opposed to the dusty fuck flakes currently residing in the cupboard.
Tie Alan Titschmarsh's shoe laces together...if only in the mind.
Dream some more of travelling around Europe living on berries and stolen bread.
Commence the growing of a moustache, not a pretentious one, but a 1980'sesque, square working class one.
Ask that lovely waitress out.
Clean that drawer which has been dishevelled and disorganised for far too long. Feel satisfied.
Write a poem.
Head butt obnoxious, staggeringly judgemental local shopkeeper.
Buy some batteries.
Take all those pennies to the machine in the front of ASDA; collect £7.37.
Go and look for a dog down at the RSPA; take home a weathered but charismatic old fella.
Finally get round to polishing those shoes and restore them to their former glory.
No comments:
Post a Comment