Magic 9-2-5

What a way to make a livin’. Sing it with me now! Ok then, don’t. I don’t blame you. I could never hold a candle to Dolly. Not sure what’s going on with her. She’s one of those people who will never die. Like the Queen or June Brown. Or Raul Julia or Leslie Nielsen. Or Bob Hoskins.

Probably going to move away from the whole mortality thing for a bit. This pretty much speaks for itself but I’d like to put it on record that 9am, 2pm and 5pm (the quizzing hours for this escapade, no less) are like my greatest hits of worst hours imaginable.

9am is obviously shit. You’re just in work and thinking ‘eight hours of this. Kill me now’. 2pm you’ve probably just finished digesting an entire loaf of bread and are desperately trying to prevent your drooping eyelids from propelling you into an embarassing desk-based slumber. 5pm, well. You’ve made it to the end of the day intact, but everyone’s trying to go home now. Thus converting what would normally be a simple half hour journey into a rabid, uncompromisingly horrific two hour elbow fight-off and Christ why was I even born?

To summarise, I don’t have that much to say about this project other than all human life is empty and temporary. Thanks, everyone.