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Cycling at 5pm on a wet January evening is nothing like cycling at 5pm on a wet December evening.
Apropos of yesterday ; Richard Burton said once,

"All great art comes from people who are either ugly or have a terrible inferiority complex. I know no one who is beautiful and produces art. "

I was thinking, the wannabe drug dealer over the road really should steal a less conspicuous bike. He has one with a child seat on the back; as if anyone would want to breed with him.

Today I was forced to listen to The Corrs - Live dvd at 'work'... please, I will do anything you ask, please NEVER make me go through that again. I loathe these cod Gaelic falsetto puppets with their twee faux french and little tittering asides. In fact, I feel like sneaking in when the place is closed, and hiding (or throwing into the canal) every awful cd in there. Bye Abba in concert, seeya Dire Straits, feckoff forever Kylie Live.. I can live with aural wallpaper a la Jack Johnson or even KT whatserface; anything that can be put on repeat and soothingly meld seamlessly into the air. I sneakily put on a self made Radiohead compilation, or Turin Brakes, or even NIN if I think I will get away with it, when no one else is around; but the minute anyone else comes in it goes horribly wrong and I want to run away screaming. Of course I appreciate it is a matter of taste; but which is worse? Bad taste, or no taste?