And then there was nonsense part 1

Well I'll be dammned- blogger is working just fine! I was putting up something last evening but I just got lazy and wandered off before it was done. And yes Liverpool did win- Ezra I hope you had a few pints on my behalf when the final whistle was over! I know I needed one. My bank card is still not here so my sisters were nice enough to fix me supper last night. Quena wandered in and kept me entertained throughout the meal although this involved a considerable amount of bullying on her part.

I have a certain 'reward' system that operates mainly in the holidays- If I'm a good boy during the day i.e do enough reading then I get to reward myself. This month it has been the stack of Series One 'ER' episodes on video I picked up at Blockbuster- at a ridiculously cheap price. Video is definitely dying. At the end of every hard working day, I snuggle into bed and watch another episode. I absolutely adore 'ER'-It's funny how such a fairly grim show can be so uplifting at the same time. I ran into Mez in the kitchen right before I watched the show and she was telling me she has a similar system. Do we really have to bribe each other to get work done? What is happening to this academic generation? I made a stupid joke about reality knocking at my door at one.am and me telling it to fuck off and she was telling me about how her mother kept drumming into her how she must accept/embrace reality and not run away from it. This somehow led to us wondering what would happen if reality was on drugs- what would the implications for everyone else be if reality itself suddenly couldnt cope with reality? But reality is not a fixed cocept Mez reasoned-everyone has a different reality because reality is what you make it. That would certainly make her mother's advice redundant because any reality she was in would be the right one more or less. Is this making any sense? Ah, hell it's too late for that.

Oh yes- Elections have been called for May 5th. Anyone allergic to highly concentrated bullshit should leave the United Kingdom for the next month or so. I absolutely love how the Parliament is so laid-back and informal- the speakers, even the prime Minister, get booed and cheered and everyone cracks jokes and just seems like they are having a bloody good time. You get conversations like this:
Howard: Why, Mr Prime Minister, are you letting in two billion immigrants into the country every month and why are Gypsies invading the country and setting up their caravans in every neighbourhood of Britain? Isn't this the end of civilization as we know it?
Blair: I repeat- Mr Howard is a vampire. Why is he trying to change the subject?

My brother on who is going to succeed the pope : "I'm putting my money on a Catholic guy"