Thoughts on a sober Wednesday

Thoughts? Twenty minutes to say what is right. Twenty minutes not to say something wrong. Time to write. London, inspiring and all that. Annoyed by the constant messages from my computer. It takes three minutes just to get to the screen of Word so I can begin – whatever happened to picking up and putting pen to paper? Fuck. But this is easier, the words flow. Sort of.

Russell Brand – what a distraction and a disappointment. When will I, will I be famous? I couldn’t believe all the slick websiteage and forums and stuff that were up and running on this guy. No one’s a discovery anymore. You see someone on telly – he’s a babe, schawing – and then you look him up online and everyone already knows and has had all the fantasies before you even knew he existed. He’s the town bike of celebrity crushdom.

Ideas about Kings in deserts or slinky Art Deco women reading Virginia Woolf on the edge of an emerald green field with a suicide river running through it. What to write about – 19 minutes to say something profound. The clock glows on, its numbers increasing minute by minute.

Websitage, kinkage, wattage. They sound so much better said aloud than look when you read them. Looks like website. Age. Stupid.

Accidentally bought Mature Skin moisturiser instead of the one I wanted. The pots all looked the same and so I grabbed one from the back that didn’t have a dent in its lid. Imagine my dismay to find I’d got the old lady goop by accident! But cynically I wonder if there’s any goddam difference at all. I suppose someone in a factory or laboratory somewhere worked hard to perfect those specific formulas. They must have some different ingredients in them, or different levels of liposomes or whatever. But whether they actually make a difference… well, I guess that depends on the individual anyway. So should I take it back? Have to weigh up the hassle of returnage (heh!) with potential ill-effects ‘face-lift formula for mature heads’ may have on my precious 29-year-old skin.

It’s a blog! Whatever… have recently had confirmation that at least two people are reading it. It’s only a matter of time until ‘they’ discover my talents, offer me lots of money and an introduction to a certain Mr Brand.

AND I still have 10 minutes left to sort out my stupid blog. They have made me upgrade to ‘new blogger’ but I liked the old one, wah.

PS: OK maybe 'new' blog not so bad... found all these unpublished comments that I have just put up, which means I have, like, FIVE readers - amazing - if that don't beat all.