Reviewing My Situation.

I’m spending far too much time on the computer these days. I’m becoming a computer couch potato. If I might be excused for playing the same old tune again, I think my time would be better spent sitting in a sleazy bar until five in the morning, drinking myself into a rosy mist and watching the sad detritus of an overheated culture descend into drink-induced delusion. Such occupation would at least have character to commend it.

Unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of sleazy bar in Britain, at least I don’t know of one. We have pubs, nightclubs, café bars and ‘gentlemen’s’ clubs. Some of them are sleazy in their own way, no doubt, but it wouldn’t be the right kind of sleaze. Wrong ambience, if you know what I mean.

I have a kit to build a model Viking longship upstairs. My wife bought it for me back in the day when I was still dutifully tramping the tram lines. It looks awfully complicated. I could try making a model of the Taj Mahal in milk bottle tops, but milk bottles don’t have that kind of top any more. In fact, I’m not altogether certain that we even have milk bottles any more. I could buy a kite, I suppose, but they’re only any good when it’s windy. Besides, it’s the nights that drag a bit, and kites aren’t so good in the dark. Of course, it might help if... but let’s not go down that road.

So, the computer will remain my friend for now. It’s being awfully cranky and slow tonight, but I’m hoping that’s just a passing mood. At the moment it’s playing Bob Dylan’s original recording of Boots of Spanish Leather to me. It’s not so bad.

Neither, for that matter, is my situation, just in case anybody thinks of taking me seriously.

Do I have anything deep and meaningful to say today?

No.