Anger (and laughter)
(on a toilet wall in East London)
I discovered this morning that somehow, i don't know how, certain albums & groups from LG's playlist have found their way onto my iPod. Certain other items were already there- yes, i do like some of her musical choices (White Stripes, Leaves Eyes, Muse, Lost Prophets, Green Day, Nightwish ...). Some of it is rather too screamy for me tho' and therefore hasn't been included on my iPod playlist.
Until Friday morning, that is, when I found myself listening to the following:
If i only could i'd set the world on fire
F*ck the world
Eat shit and die or f*ck off at least...
...f*ck the beastie boys and f*ck the dalai lama...
...f*ck Oprah f*ck opera f*ck soap opera...
Don't bother trying to analyse these rhymes
in this song i say f*ck 93 times.
I didn't half larf.
I received strange looks from passers-by for my (presumably inexplicable) smiles and laughter.
It was all the more amusing, somehow, because I was walking to my yoga class.
I also strangely enjoyed the anger, I think I've been needing to feel and express some.
So I've decided to create an Angry F*cker playlist, for certain times, days and moods.
Or maybe I'll just call it "93".
En route to yoga, I noticed a new recycling bin - for small electrical appliances.
All power to the Council for extending on their recycling programme, good idea huh?
But look at it.
Its f*cking PINK.
Am I overreacting in being somewhat peeved about this? Am I imagining that there might be some gender agenda here, with the illustrated electrical items being an iron and a hairdryer, and the extreme pinkness?
I fully expect the introduction of complementary recycling bins for large and particularly IT and entertainment-related appliances and power tools. They will be larger, squarer, decorated in combat colours and adorned with pictures of footballs and naked women.
(any other suggestions for similarly "targeted" recycling bins?)
Tears (and some laughter)
In my yoga class, a headache I'd fended off first thing this morning returned rather aggressively.
Bendy Wendy, my (wonderful) yoga teacher, gave me a sequence of special poses to do in a quiet corner. I had a good cry, which I also needed and my tense shoulders relaxed quite a bit.
Here are some of the things that were said during the class:
"In this pose the flesh on your buttocks should move down towards your ankles."
"Don't look down!"
"now suck up your inner ankles"
"Does that feel good?" - ".... good in a yoga way."
I did feel good - so much better - on my way home.
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