I spend a lot of time daydreaming. Often about whimsical beasts, coitus and if there is something deeply buried in my past that is going to lead to an unavoidable closet-escaping moment in later life. I’d rather just get it out the way whilst I can still get some worthwhile action down Canal Street.<\/p>\n
I should really see my friends and family more, but of course there are far more important things to do. Like avoid my friends and family. The cunts.<\/p>\n
Perhaps one day I’ll daydream about being presented a flat screen TV by Jeremy Clarkson like a lot of other men I know. Perhaps Richard Hammond will be there to offer platitudes, perchance to drive me home in a new car. Maybe the thought will appeal to me one day.<\/p>\n
After all, a mind can change\u00a0–\u00a0I have now accepted that there AREN’T orcs at the bottom of the garden (although the wife has to keep reminding me every time I try and justify the purchase of some crude mediaevel weaponry).<\/p>\n
Steve Jobs and his army\u00a0have finally pushed an Iphone in to my grasp –\u00a0and I can’t put the fucking thing down. What hope would I have if I saw the beauty\u00a0presented by\u00a0an HDTV plastered against my wall? Is there such a thing as a slippery slope to technological fuckery? Gadget induced cunt-dom? Eisenhower’s domino effect twisted cruelly against an accidental capitalist as a horrid joke?<\/p>\n
Once again, I don’t have the answers. But I take solace in the belief that modern life has given us a bit more than it has taken away.<\/p>\n
Like the concept of\u00a0the “SQUIDAGEDDON”.<\/p>\n
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