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a sad story

March 29, 2004

I've been told of late that some of my entries in this blog are a tad miserabilist, and that perhaps I should write more of happy things, and funny moments. Rubbish. Miserable is funny, and I'll prove it.
When I was about 14 I killed a mouse. Of course I didn't mean to, being at the time even more of a hippy-environmentalist-planet&whale-saver than I am now, I accidentally trod on the poor creature in the dark hallway of my parent's house. My mum had previously said it was my responsibility to kill it anyway, the piles of half empty plates and breadcrumbs around my bed apparently being the sole reason there was a mouse cohabiting with us in the first place.
The funny thing was, when the big light had been turned on and the family summoned, my mum and I realised that the mouse had been killed right slap-bang in the middle of the room, and as any self-respecting zoologist or pest-control officer would tell you, mice never traverse across an open space, always choosing to skirt the outside up against a wall.
So, after several internet searches and much 14 year old soul-searching a conclusion was reached, the only possible explanation; the mouse had gone to the middle of the room on purpose, and had actually scurried under my foot as I clumped through the house. The mouse was suicidal.

Sitting in front of daytime TV all day everyday does funny things to your head. One of the strangest side effects has what I term 'cerebral-discharge', or rather the random spilling of terrible creative ideas into my 'terry and gaby'-anaesthetized cortex. One of the worst (or best) of these ideas has been my 'TV advert review blog'. On similar lines to 75 or less, I will write short witty reviews of adverts I see on the tv. Anyway, the 'workinprogress' version (or what techno-devotee-silicon heads call beta) is here.

i Almost bounced off the walls when I read the line-up for the neesh recommended 'return to new york' big bash thing at SEone - Here - even if I know I wouldn't leave the room with both queenz of noize and the lovely lovely lovely nadia ksaiba. Now I've just got to find the £20 entrance fee, perhaps I should become a rat catcher?

 Posted by Chris at March 29, 2004 03:16 PM |  Category: Life

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