Maths and balloons.

[whatho]

I'm enjoying this whole having different icons business, though I'm still finding it distinctly weird and sort of like a thing I personally am not supposed to be doing, like going into Topshop. Not that I want to do that. But mostly I'm finding it quite difficult matching my icons to my post topics, because I've quite inadvertantly - only partly due to having drawn most of them from a very peculiar sitcom - travelled a certain way along the obscure... avenue. An avenue of obscurity. Weirdsville. I know what I'm saying.

So what I'm thinking of doing is limiting my subjects to things I can neatly sum up via my icons. This means that, in the future, I shall be mostly posting about the following:

- Tea.
- Dancing.
- Bestiality, preferably involving horses.
- Croquet.
- Anthropoids.
- Harold Pinter.
- Piracy.
- Camels.
- Fratricide.
- Lost.
- Heathrow.
- Incapacitated werewolfs.
- Gypsy Creams.
- Singing to people who are ignoring you.
- Harmonising.
- Camping.
- An abundance of rabbits.
- Pretty naval officers.
- Reading poetry to gorillas.
- Sunflowers.
- Mathematics and balloons.
- Fainting.
- Rubbing egg in Tarrant's hair.

Good.

In other news, I'm a bit massively frustrated to hear that Patrick Stewart was apparently approached to take part in the next series of Strictly Come Dancing and had to turn it down due to a previous commitment. Shakespeare, probably. Must Shakespeare ruin everything?

Dancing. Good. That works.