Monday, November 21, 2005


Enchiladas. More cheese than a mouse trap.

National Disgrace

Have you ever had that feeling on a Tube train (or bus or tram) that you cannot balance and you are going to fall into an unsuspecting fellow commuter's lap?

Freezing fog.

Heavy fog. Strikes me as an oxymoron.

Dial up my number now
Weaving it through the wire
Switch me on, turn me up
Don't want it Baudelaire
Just glitter lust
Switch me on, turn me up

Glitter lust?

:: Posted by pete @ 22:42