Valley of the Trolley Dollies

To the tune of ‘Lady Madonna’ by the Beatles

Mrs Guy Richie, to Africa she went
To get herself a baby from that continent.
Off to Malawi, to get herself a boy
To bring back to Kabballah schule like any goy

ch:
Papparazzi hangin’ round the front door
Adoption lawyers swoop in from above
Do they think that it’s all just a stunt or
Proof of your love?

So dear Madonna, new babe in the nest
How you gonna ‘splain him to all the rest?
“Lourdes and Rocco, here’s your baby bro
He’ll be hangin’ round for an album or so…”

ch:
Cynicism’s rife in all the meeja
All you’re tryin’ to do’s Express Yourself
Here’s a PR stunt that seems to Need Ya
(Why) Depress yourself?

A long time ago - probably back in the Paleolithic age, or certainly before we had a car, which amounts to pretty much the same hill of Heinz - D bought a bike. I KNOW! Imagine! And Miss Saigon wasn’t even playing any more, so there was really no excuse.
Anyway, we had words about it.

ME: It’s dangerous. You’ll be hit by a car. The insurance won’t pay out because they’ll say you should have known better.

D: It’s good exercise.

ME: Exercise? It’s hazardous!

Exercise is a nice jog to the pub and back. A spot of high intensity aerobics to the “bangin’” “chaowns” of whichever ‘Rave’ ‘DJ’ happens to be supplying tapes to the Gym this week, interspersed with high energy cover versions of Indie Tracks about suicide and serious narcotic addiction (Abigails ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ being a fave, along with the Weather Girls rare Hi NRG Medly of ‘The needle and the Damage Done / Tears in Heaven’ or Geri’s ‘It’s raining Men’. Well, it’s high energy, and it makes me want to either acquire a serious narcotic addiction or contemplate suicide. But I digress…).

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Little fragile today. A very late night last night (tsk; and on a schoolnight as well. shameful). So today’s posting will be a little light, whilst tonight’s trip to the gym will be a little less… demanding than usual.

Lunchtime, flipped the pod to a new playlist called ‘autumn’, and went for a nice long stroll around spitalfields market. The ipod didn’t get played for long: Too many distractions to look at and listen too, to smell and taste. The sun was shining brightly in a powder blue sky. A couple of whispy clouds hung around to add interest. The cute construction workers and city boys were out in force. The market is funky and fun and now has a great foodie bit with everything from organic veg to great baked goods to olives and even an organic butcher. Bought a (slightly disappointing) slice of lemon polenta cake and a (very good) cheese and pesto twist for lunch, strolled back through the early autumn sunshine, and life, believe it or not, felt very good.