Strangely enough, I haven't felt the need to share these ideas with the many tens of people who visit this site every year until I recently came across the site of another of life's "inner emigres", my head turned by beautifully adorned, Miltonesque observations on the breathtaking hopelessness of life and those who live in it. It is his sermon. I am merely the chap in the third row from the back fiddling with the hymn books - mine is not the macerated mind of a misanthrope (shit, I still think alliteration is clever).
Indeed until recently, I was playfully amused by the daft love of rubbing against other people's clothes that is felching. Imagine my horror when I discovered that felching actually involves sucking recently ejaculated semen out of someone's vagina. Now I'm a man of the world, but for fuck's sake. What's wrong with just using a condom?
Anyway, I shall drizzle the detritus of my mind onto the mixed salad that is this, and following, pages and see what happens..
Alternatively, to see how this sort of philosophical cooking is really done, please visit: Michael Kelly's Page of Misery...
Who wants the crusty bedsheet stain of reality tv shows when they could sport the pearl necklace that represents the following friendly yet competitive small screen treats?
If you still hanker for the creamy goodness that was Bergerac or perhaps yearn to wallow in the wholesome yet dirty pit of comedy cess that was The Good Life then, well, you really need to get out more.
Or click the picture on the left.
Search through the unsearchthroughable; random thoughts that defy classification, and, it has to be said, reading. This is miscellany's apex - or fulcrum, if you will. Whatever it is, it isn't worth going anywhere near.