Purple haze

I love a kipling monkey. I love a pink grapefruit.

I have queued for fuel and endured a 10p a litre increase since this morning, not through panic that there will be none tomorrow and not through a lemming like desire to replicate the behaviour of m fellow beings but because, after a post work trip to the cinema, I was on the red and in need.

Amongst other things today about which I have no idea, I understand not why I have the monkey and the grapefruit together.