Flagging

My enthusiasm seems to be flagging a little. Could it be the numpties? Or the weather? I can't decide if it's better to be stuck all day in an office looking out at miserable dreich gloomy weather. Or to be stuck all day in the office looking out at fabulously sunny weather.

Listening to Mozza's Glastonbury appearance on the radio this evening. I can never quite work out why First of the Gang to Die is such an exuberant song.

Morrisey in concert always makes me feel a little sad; oh, how I wish I had seen him hit with that pork chop.