It’s been a long week- and it’s nowhere near over yet… so this week’s post is going to be short and sweet, easily consumed, and built on the back of someone else’s efforts. It’s very capitalist that way.
I realised, while searching for new music and failing because “all this new stuff sounds like crap”, that I am getting old. Not just 2-day hangover and ‘what did I do to my back old’, but also mentally old. I am becoming (more) stubborn and inflexible, more set in my ways. Soon, it will be very difficult to teach this bitch any new tricks.
I’m not going to lie, I feel like an arrogant, presumptuous dickhead publishing a post telling people how to write better.
Seriously, if you’re reading this, then you’re an intelligent adult with a successful career and the respect of your peers… at the very least, you know how to work the internet, so you know what you’re doing in life.
Like many ‘slimmers’ (a word used to describe people who are often quite the opposite), I recently tried the Professor Tim Noakes approved low carbohydrate, high fat diet that is supposedly the ‘meal revolution’ we have all been waiting for.
You’re welcome, fellow slackers.
It occurred to me when my domestic called me a ‘very busy woman’ that I might have finally perfected the art of looking busy. That same skill that evaded me through most of my trigonometry classes (please tweet @ me to let me know if you have ever actually used trigonometry for anything, ever) seems to finally be mine.
I have to confess that I have intentionally mimicked the title of the awful television show ‘Da Vinci’s Demons’ here, although perhaps only to draw the distinction between that swill and the fascinating exhibit, ‘Da Vinci: The Genius’ currently taking place at The Amazing Place in Woodmead until the 22nd of June (with a special night event happening tonight for those who’ve booked in time).