Strawberry Fields got stuck in my head (big time) yesterday.
I was on the train from
to
-and there were fields of cabbages. Miles and miles, as far as I could see- or kilometers and kilometers, which never sounds as impressive- or hundreds of thousands of millimeters. I tried to get you photographic proof of this marvel:
Apparently the smell from them rotting in the fall is barfingly wretched. There’s fine line between food and garbage. For instance, you order sushi at a restaurant like this:
But, drop it on the floor like I saw today at a Tescos in Stevenage:
Hungry?
I watched the Super Bowl last night. Couldn’t give a toss about it.
Get it? Toss? Football? A? Hilarious. Seriously though, I don’t give a crap about it.
The show at the Gordon Craig Theatre was great- I was surrounded by Michaels. There were two technicians at the theatre: Mike and Mikey.
Along with Michael Wozniak, our opening comic.
It must have gotten a bit confusing for everyone because the comedian’s microphone stand (accidentally) wasn’t cleared from the stage during the interval. So I had to begin my performance by clearing it myself.
Sigh…I can’t work under these conditions.
See what happens when Mikey and Mike fail to strike Michael’s mic?
It’s desperately trying to snow today- no success thus far.
Just watched the movie 2012. I’ll never get that time back.
So, we gathered around the fire–computer–after all and were helpless. All of us. Thank you for this. That sushi/floor photo is my favourite. Ever.