It's so easy being a freak, no wonder they're ten a penny

So you're in the pub for a thoroughly convivial Monday night with friends, and though (as often happens) the topics darken a little as the numbers are whittled down, it's still fun and makes you feel this life isn't so bad after all. Which means that when you later find out all manner of other good news, it makes perfect sense. At least until you realise that you have no real idea where the coach you're on came from, or where it is, or where it's going. And the world falls away from around you as you face the sickening realisation that you're dreaming, and you're not in that better world after all, you're awake at 5.30am knowing you'll not get properly back to sleep because you have to be up in two hours.

King Cigarette snuffed out by midgets.

( War poetry )

It always amuses me when people get in ideological tangles over whether advertising can be art. Are they really too stupid to understand that the vast majority of Renaissance art was selling either the Church or a particular noble dynasty?

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"Students not robots, says Charles"

Next week: "Hamsters not cabbages, says Queen". Or maybe "Buses not mountains, says Blair".