Monday, 10th February 1997
Who can tell the mad man from the sane? Who are we if we are not ourselves? From where does the concept of "dead time" originate? If a tree falls in a forest and no-one is there to hear it, does it make an attractive Edwardian tea chest, a leaf-fold dining table with matching guest and carver chairs, a sturdy hi-fi cabinet and this marvellous sauna room with adjoining hot-tub. If you're getting a bit hot, sit a bit lower down, and do the water on the coals while you're at it.
That's better. Actually, I've been in for longer than ten minutes, might run into the pool in a second.
Did you have a good weekend, or were you tempted to opt for something else completely? I wouldn't blame you: good weekends are becoming somewhat passé. Next weekend I'm planning on having a remarkable Easter, or perhaps a fanciful seal torching season. No, sod it, a good weekend's a hell of a lot easier. Did anyone have a shite weekend?
If I may be serious for a moment: "When We Dance" by Sting, there's a message from Satan in the first line of the second verse: when played backwards one hears the words "I Shave Arseholes and There Sucks Evil".
Keep worshipping Leviathan!
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