February 28th, 2006

breaking bad

I'm happy I haven't a clue

Last night I worked out at the gymn while listening to I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue on Radio 7. I don't know what it looked like to anyone else - I was laughing like a loon throughout. Graeme Garden, so funny and clever. Barry Cryer, so generous in laughing at the others' jokes. When I left the gymn I felt fantastic. All the things that normally get me down seemed unimportant. I thought, how great to have got so far through life as to be alive at this time, walking down an alleyway under the stars, and never knowing what is going to happen next. A truly good moment in time. Odd how a trivial thing can cheer you up so much. I suppose the exercise helped too, it nearly always puts me in a good mood.

Then on getting home I watched Life on Mars, and read various reviews of it on line. And then finally, I viewed a video clip, linked by executrix, of ice dancing cowboys, which is much better than you might expect from that description. I was soon grinning yet again. You know, wouldn't men be much happier if they spent more of their time flouncing about to entertain us? We could do all the ruling and decision making, and they would concentrate on wearing cowboy clothes and showing off. You know you want to.