[Peter Hill]

So naturally, (one would think) the kindest thing to do would be to let sleeping dogs lie, throw it back in with those internet stories hitherto kept back for when there really was NO news - a branch of journalism that could perhaps be seen as lacking in "edge"; the slightly dysfunctional, socially autistic, awkward, side-parted kid with please-mum-don't-iron-my-jeans-again being ignored by all the girls starting to turn for home, shoulders slumped in resignation top of the pops and mum and dads fish and chips again (stop me when you think you've had enough shane meadows references) when COME ON EILEEN blasts out the speakers and the girl you've always wanted to speak to but never had the courage or the chance starts pogoing around and grabs you cos she thinks you like the track but you don't dance cos you like the Specials but you know she wouldn't get it and you don't fucking care either cos they're gonna be on the telly when you get home tonight ..

Whether you decide to call it an ongoing side effect of an overly-enthusiastically-prescribed dose of the Imaginariums/More Tea Vicar™ variety, or just decide to mentally file it away in the manner of a humourous "And Finally.." last item of a news bulletin (along with the duck that collects the mail (score more points if anchor's name is Bill), it SHALL not go unreported on this board when MORE shit of the variety described above LIKE THIS happens, and, as the (self-appointed) Gnarls Barkley forum/St Elsewhere Weird Stuff Reporter/desk cover, it is my solemn duty to spew my reports of these occurrences, however unscientifically, illogically and with an almost total disregard for rigorous, empirical methodological examination.

And bonus points if you can resolve the theoretical conflict between Relativity and Quantum Mechanics then first round's on Steve Hawkings.....


Postscript: "..and so I rolled over hazily trying to remember which escher drawing i had fallen asleep in until I hit some very fucking hard corners think it was where I left the breeze block which in turn was meant to remind me that to get out, go by the doorway directly in front, walk upwards underneath turn ninety ninety degree angles shoulder

- this burble was brought to you by the letter W and the number 4, accompanied by some lovely stringed-out light chords - thanks, Jean-Michel!




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