what a waste

don't you hate it when you take a new pair of holdups out of the packet and put them on, only to discover that one of them has four holes in the lacework? and there's no way of proving that it wasn't your own incompetence in putting them on, so there's no point trying to take them back? grr.

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after friday, i had hope. but even a revised, simple maths lesson is sometimes too much to hope for it seems (even tho i know it would help). *sigh* and not even a sodding reply to a text! ffs.

came home with this ian dury track in my head.

I could be the catalyst that sparks the revolution
I could be an inmate in a long-term institution
I could dream to wide extremes, I could do or die
I could yawn and be withdrawn and watch the world go by

tho actually, no that doesn't sound like a waste to me...

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anyway, i've *finally* caught up with the backblipping! latest batch from here

and, perhaps self-indulgently, here's a few from the past month i think should've had a teensy bit more airplay:

a few days' hol from here

easy, tiger

greed is good

bzzzzzz

a grand day out