Repaired

The plumber left about an hour ago. He had to rip the whole radiator off the wall since the thing was so old it was filled with rust and could explode at any minute, killing any one of us who live here. That bastard radiator had me sitting up all night, in a cold house drinking coffee and watching bad, late night TV. As a result, I now feel a powerful cold coming on. I only just got over a nasty cold about 2 weeks ago, so I’m pretty pisses off. I might go out into the garden and beat the shit out of that bastard radiator, might make me feel a bit better. Not sure what the neighbours will make of that ugly scene.

I’m sitting on my sofa, in my room, with a glass of wine by my side, and the only noise to accompany me is the sound of the keys tapping as I type this out on my old IBM Thinkpad T40 and the wind, which is beating my window with a ferocity that makes me think it’s angry about something or other, and to be honest, I suppose mother nature must have her reasons for getting angry, more so now than ever. Though I’ll not get into that subject now, or ever for that matter. The subject of our raping this beautiful earth and then suddenly realizing that we probably might have made a dreadful mistake, thus allowing us to ‘go green’ and change our daily lives in such a dramatic way as to ensure we don’t all drown or fry in godless heat, all created by our short sightedness. No sir! I shan’t touch that ugly subject! You know? The subject regarding how all this destruction that is happening due to ‘climate change’ is a great way of making a shit load of money. And why not? Why not create a brand of ‘Eco friendly’ washing up liquid and sell it for twice the price of regular washing up liquid. Because the simple act of switching the product that cleans my dishes is indeed, with out any doubt, going to save this world and the way we live. Washing up liquid? Do they really think we’re that fucking dumb? Oh, but we are! That’s the beauty of this one. We will buy this stuff, because many of us really are that stupid! However, as I’ve said, as much as I would love to touch on this pretty little subject, I’ll deviate. If only because when I begin to talk about stuff like this, I’m filled with a sense of pointlessness, which stems, I think, from the fact that either, nobody cares, or I’m just wrong and talking about shit I really don’t understand.