According to the astrologer people there's a new comet and it's going to bring all kinds of wonderful things - like heavily discounted dishwashers and home edutainment* centres. And what do they know - if they're so bloody accurate where's the numbers for this Saturday's lottery then? This of course is typical, the one that writes in my parent's newspaper of choice is so cryptic that what ever it is they are writing in their indecipherable code could mean almost anything and they will no doubt claim success for anything that happens to you "See! I told you that you'd be famous for being killed by a rogue hippopotamus in Wood Green Shopping City"
But then do we really want to know what is going to happen, the people who think about stuff like time travel (hashish fuelled hippies and professors of very advanced physics and difficult sums) all seem to think that if you know what's going to happen it won't and by the way what do you think of the really groovy pattern on the rug?
*This word was actually recognised by the spell check as being real. Oh dear just when I thought it couldn't get any worse!
Friday, January 12, 2007
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