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You're Twisting My Melon Man
Considering that I had to be in the agency and ready for a conference call at 9 on the dot this morning, and that despite sleepy eyes, public transport and my sheer apathy I was actually there on time... and furthermore that said conference call never actually happened and the client wants it in Powerpoint instead, I'm in a surprisingly good mood this morning.
Playing The Pigeon Street Massacre, reading this (looks like the archives are buggered, scroll down to the post entitled "Master of the Universe" or... you could just read it all), shouting at stupid people who are too dumb to realise how this works and discovering that I really suck at haikus. No really. I do.
I can do a sestina, but not a haiku.
Also the only limmerick I can ever remember is one my mother told me:
There once was a man from Dundee,
Who was stung in the neck by a wasp,
When asked "Did it hurt?"
He said "Not very much,
It can do it again if it likes"
Apr.28.2003