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Music Be The Food Of … erm …
2As as rule, Beloved Sophie and I don’t have arguments. Disagreements, discussions, a battle of wit and wisdom – yes, but not proper shouting matches. The closest we ever come is during DIY sessions or while pontificating about music.
The last such wrangle was over the meaning of a Cat Empire song. While not wishing to go over the details of it, in short I was completely correct and she was very, very wrong.
This week, it got heated fairly late on after 3 bottles of wine. I don’t remember the fine details but Beloved suggested I am “a crap musician” for reasons involving Paul Simon, Josef Mengele and the Bhundu boys.
I am ashamed to admit I had no answer to that.
Seeing stars
0Horoscopes are bollocks.
We all know it.
But sometimes, just sometimes, you sneak a glance. I was reading my Metro news today, starting as usual with the Nemi cartoon and happened to spot my horoscope. WOE!! alack and alas!!! this weekend promises Aquarians “a tricky moment to negotiate in relationships”.
Panicked, I checked Beloved Sophie’s horoscope to find Pisceans are also due for relationship issues this weekend. Gadzooks!!
Just as I was looking up the number for the Samaritans, I spotted that Cancerians are headed for a “relationship shake-down”, Scorpios are warned not to trigger off relationships that are in a “volatile state”, Capricorns need to take care of someone’s feelings and Ariens have to “get serious where love is concerned”.
So either half the population of the globe is going into a relationship disaster zone or, as I said above, horoscopes are bollocks.
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3To follow on from Sophie’s post here
Last night we were enjoying the television for once. We’ve hardly been watching TV since we came back from holiday. The Sky subscription stops on Saturday night, the same night smoking in pubs will be banned. Sophie is convinced this is a sign of the coming of the apocalypse and society will fall to the Visigoths before Monday teatime. However, I digress.
We were watching a surprisingly entertaining programme about Paris. The subtitles when thusly
“why, yooo ‘av a very luuuvleee market stall, monsieur”
“ah yes and zat ees a lovely pear, you have there”
obviously, we fell about like the hyped up 10-year-olds we basically are.
Sophie snorted:-
“ah the French. They just don’t DO double entendres”
ummm …