I have just realised I forgot to start writing my Ode to Streptococcus pneumoniae (always remember the italics and to capitalise the genus, and not the species, people, ooh get me, I'm so biological). Maybe I will start writing it after this post - I think I am bored enough. Maybe I will not. No I will.
I was bored a few days ago on the bus to Coventry and decided to text my friend from home, Anna, and in my mental treasure trove of potential texts-about-nothing I found the lyrics to a musical we were both in on my 14th birthday at the main concert hall in Leicester. It is about "the intriguing story of the history, production and trading of coffee." Our music teacher made us do it, with loads of other schools. And you wonder why I turned out the way I did... Anyway since being cruelly corrupted by certain uni friends, I have noticed that the musical was full of sexual innuendo. Let me give you some examples:
She's coming, she's coming. We know she's on her way. We're confident she's coming with the minimum delay...We're spanking new containers (never quite worked out what they were getting at there), shining in the light. Shunting in anticipation, eager for delight...
And that was just one song! What are we teaching our children?! It was bad enough making us sing for several hours about coffee and the IMF. On my birthday. No party, just a celebration of coffee. I don't even like coffee.
I bought a new printer cartridge the other day, so imagine my disappointment to find that Edward Monkton's new website doesn't let me print his pictures off to stick on my wall any more :-( Now I might even have to go out and buy the cards. Shocking.
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