Things that Matter.

Why do my legs feel cold as soon as I start drinking beer? Is it because beer makes legs cold, or because I had to go into the cold kitchen to get it? My quest for knowledge on the important issues knows no bounds.

I wish I could stop talking about the bloody cold. It’s becoming as tedious as women, politics, philosophy and my very ordinary life path.

Any suggestions for an interesting topic? Not food, though. I’m no epicure. I eat cheap, simple stuff until I’m full. I wouldn’t know the difference between a pancake and a crepe.

I ordered some suzette,

I said ‘Could you please make that crepe.’

That is a line from a Dylan song, isn’t it? Or is my memory playing tricks?

Did I say I hate snow, politicians and evangelists? And banks. Oh, and getting wet. And cold. Full circle.