Tuesday, August 10, 2004

Round-ended scissors and other nonsense

Tonight I decided to be clever... or at least partially clever... or maybe just less stupid than usual... or maybe even more stupid than usual. I can't really tell.

The reason for my clever/stupid conundrum is that I am currently sat in the bar writing this entry, as opposed to getting drunk before trying to compose my thoughts. So, it's possible that this will be a more coherent post than my usual drunken nonsense. On the other hand I'm sat at a bar with my laptop, which is both somewhat sad and somewhat dangerous (spillage is a distinct possibility at some stage of the evening).

Round-ended scissors. I'm reading a book by some guy named Michel Houellebecq (allegedly pronounced Wellbeck... but what do I know), the book is The Elementary Particles. It's quite good. All about sex (well it is written by a frenchman), repression, the human condition and all sorts of interesting stuff. Anyhow, I read yesterday about a boy in school cutting up some card using "round-ended scissors". For some reason the thought of those little round-ended scissors that you use in school caused a sort of pleasant nostalgia to wash over me. Don't know why, but for a couple of moments it gave me a warm glow... and no I'm not a closet paedophile.

While I was watching CNN this morning, I only do it once or twice a week when I have some time to kill before heading off to work, there was a report on the Scott Peterson case. He's the guy who's on trial for murdering his wife; she's the wife who disappeared at sea last summer. Anyhow, they were talking about the case today on CNN, and they mentioned that yesterday the court was told how a few weeks after his wife's death he added a porn package to his cable TV. And I thought what the fuck has this got to do with the price of fish? The guy's wife is dead. He clearly isn't getting any. So he needs a little help to tug one off and get him to sleep of an evening. I don't think that this has any real bearing on his guilt or innocence. But then again I'm not an American juror... which given my predisposition to hate everyone in the world is probably a good thing.

I think I'll quit while I'm a little bit ahead.

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