And some mindless drivel about turtles.

I watched a bit of Juno last night, 'cause it was on. Now I know where lies the blame for those hideous soppy quirky sub-nursery-rhyme songs, most of which contain the word 'moo-cow', that have infested every other car/mobile 'phone/smoothie advert over the past three years. They were all in Juno. You know the ones. They go more or less like this:

'If you were a plate of deep fried haddock then I'd be a portion of mushy peas,
And if you were a deep sea angler fish then I'd be oh, I don't know, something that doesn't quite rhyme with whatever I said in the line above. I'll ask my five-year-old.'

I hate them. That last line isn't part of the song. It's an expression of my hatred.

Also I seem to have a cold today. Maybe it'll cleanse me. Either that or my sinusitis has gone turbo.

And some mindless drivel about turtles.

I watched a bit of Juno last night, 'cause it was on. Now I know where lies the blame for those hideous soppy quirky sub-nursery-rhyme songs, most of which contain the word 'moo-cow', that have infested every other car/mobile 'phone/smoothie advert over the past three years. They were all in Juno. You know the ones. They go more or less like this:

'If you were a plate of deep fried haddock then I'd be a portion of mushy peas,
And if you were a deep sea angler fish then I'd be oh, I don't know, something that doesn't quite rhyme with whatever I said in the line above. I'll ask my five-year-old.'

I hate them. That last line isn't part of the song. It's an expression of my hatred.

Also I seem to have a cold today. Maybe it'll cleanse me. Either that or my sinusitis has gone turbo.