Sunday, September 25, 2005

Gordon Brown, texture like sunlight...

Are those the right words?

I can't believe the Labour Party is making such a tedious job of stage managing the slow hand over of power from Blair to Brown. This is one of the most exciting/important events in British politics at the moment and it is being handled like the announcement of the next Bond - only less exciting.

In the good old days we could have expected a fair amount of blood letting, much debate and a lot of discomfort and embarrassment from those in charge. Now it's like watching a pitch for a commission from a very dull candidate - who's the only person on the shortlist. And knows it.




Anyway. My longing for escape gathers pace. I keep shooting random travel signs and sighing.

I am occasionally reminded of the Queen video 'I want to break free'. Even as I child I remember thinking 'You may be a gayer, but there's really no need for those slippers, love.' I also found it hard to handle the fishnets and hairy legs. It was some years before I was to live in Berlin and witness the true horror of the tights/hairy legs combo.

Onwards.

(Is it legal to sell USD notes over the counter - it seems wrong somehow. Like tearing up stamps or scratching big cocks onto the face of the Queen (2p pieces...) - not that I ever did anything like that. That would have been my friend Peter down the road - he had asthma but could run like the wind and had the strange habit of highlighting the best bits in the story sections of porn mags before handing them around. Perhaps he was concerned we were missing the full import of the subtle irony and erotic effects of the subjunctive case being employed in 'Miss Jones Gets An Eyeful'?)

2 Comments:

Blogger lors said...

ElGrib, methinks you'll find the correct lyrics, in full, are as follows (chortle):

Gordon Brown texture like sun
Lays me down with my mind he runs
Throughout the night
No need to fight
Never a frown with Gordon Brown

Every time just like the last
On his ship tied to the mast
To distant lands
Takes both my hands
Never a frown with Gordon Brown

Gordon Brown finer temptress
Through the ages he's heading

West
From far away
Stays for a day
Never a frown with Gordon Brown

I've made a damn fine soup for my tea this evening ... not entirely sure what's in it ... some pink veg that looks like a sweet potato, but clearly wasn't ... tasty though. yay.

autumn has arrived in de burgh - still, i have antony & the johnsons on the stereo to cheer me up (eh?) ...

8:23 pm  
Blogger c&v said...

thank you for that - crazy laydee.

yes. antony will keep us cheerful - as we sink into the mire of spousal abuse, black magic, gender dysphoria and 'starfish' (and i think we know that we're not talkin' crustacea here...)

9:31 pm  

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