Before I Lay Snoring

Before I lay snoring last night and as I watched a twinkling star or two in the blackness of the window, a potentially liqueur-induced thought occurred. Like a huge, slow wave of golden fireworks it came and washed away all the other usual concerns during the long instant of slumber to the far margins of conscience. Impressively important and fascinating it overtook the entirety of my wonder: Just how do nipple-tassles stay on?

'Standaaaaaaaaaaad' (As the old echo went)

It is interesting to see that they are giving the Evening Standard away for free these days. It still costs too much.

The Beauty of Metatags

It has been brought to my attention that when one does a Google search for yours truly, that a site displaying men's shorts for M&S comes up (Marks & Spencer that is, not an inverted 'Masochism and Sadism' club) I believe this is due to metatags involving short poetry. While I do often wear men's shorts, I don't really wear men's shorts, or other clothes for that matter, from M&S. I will recommend their regional pappardelle though and they do have a commendable selection of cheeses. But owing to the bizarre connection of the two, M&S shorts and my short poetry, what is one to assume other than that sometimes the internet wears its ass on its head.