La velo

I had a slight reshuffle of my under-desk items this morning; I moved the wastepaper basket to the left, got tid of most of the empty cardboard boxes and generally started cleaning out my room a bit. Anyway, because of this, I keep chucking bits of paper and rubbish into the place where my bin used to be; subsequently I've got a growing pile of crap less than a foot away from the trashcan. I look like a massive slob.

So I'm drinking Earl Grey tea out my Shakespeare mug(The Tempest quote complete on the side), listening to the radio show-soundtrack from GTA IV. It's quite a ridiculously funny take on right-wing politophobia, my favourite quote being "I'm better than women! I don't shop uncontrollably! If I bled for seven days I'd die! I can drive for more than 30 minutes without hitting something!". Talking of bleeding for seven days... I saw possibly the strangest tampon advert ever today. As if the use of dodgem cars wasn't surreal enough, this time it was pinball. Yes, pinball. Now I don't pretend to understand the female anatomy but I'm pretty sure that once a month there aren't flashing lights, arcade noises and accumulative scoring. I mean, why would that make you grumpy?

This is my first blog in about three weeks, besides updating the Gentleman's Code, so I apologise for the lack of content. France was astoundingly beautiful, and Lanzarote a welcome, swelteringly-hot change from rainy old England. I leave you with a nice picture of a French bicycle.