I was walking past a Pizza shop the other day - Pizza Express I think - and outside on the little placard thing they had a poster advertising a new kind of pizza type they'd 'stolen from Rome'. The blurb said 'How unrubbish is that?'
'Unrubbish?' I mouthed. 'Unrubbish?' out loud this time,every wrong syllable crawling off my tongue. Screwing my eyes up in incredulity and raising my normal voice about four octaves before saying it all, again, out loud. 'How unrubbish is that?'
Fucking doubleplus unrubbish, I should imagine.
Once more EA Blair began to rotate in his grave.
Then I went for a burger.
Books this week: The Kraken Wakes, [though this link is a bit poorly written] and Superman: Red Son [which link is much better].
John Wyndham's been a favourite since I was about twelve, and I felt like reading it the other night, so that's what I did between 20.00 and 01.12... and the Mark Millar version of what would have happened if Superman had landed in rural Russia rather than the American mid-west is eye-wateringly well drawn and considered, and further proof of the supremity of the John Barnes Library ['How's he doing the Jamaica rap? He's from just south of the Watford Gap' etc etc etc]
Tunes: Brooooooce - Two Hearts (Live in New York)