Wednesday 28 March 2012: Bike Hire
I passed these this morning and was intrigued. Was it some strange cult or what? Turns out these are for hire, complete with enormous suitcase thing on the back. And strangely, the rack was full. Still, I think it makes a nice Blip.
Oh and don't read this paragraph if you're eating something - skip to the song at the end. ***** Danger ****** Horrific Reportage coming up. This morning, on the bus to work, there was a man. In a suit, with a briefcase, looking every centimetre like a normal human being. So. Why why why WHY did he pick his nose so enthusiastically with his finger? Then examine what he had discovered so intently? And then - in a moment that induced gasps of disbelieving horror from his co-passengers - did he proceed to eat what he had found? In the scheme of things, it is but a Kleinigkeiten but even so, EWWWWWWW.
On to nicer things. I had to write a poem tonight in Schule. My teacher liked it so much, it's up on the wall. That's never happened to me before. And before you ask, it was a trivial little thing of 5 lines that neither scans nor rhymes. Ich bin kein Dichter.
Yesterday's song was 2-4-6-8 Motorway by the Tom Robinson Band. Today's goes like this :-
Papa predige nicht, ich habe schlecht geschlafen
Aber ich habe mich entschieden, ich werde mein Baby behalten