Last night we had a fire. It was a nice fire. I went and asked G the Human Dog to take his washing in as I was about to have a fire. He thanked me for asking and hinted that other people (the Good Life at the end of the lane with no name) don’t usually ask. So I set fire to a huge pile of confidential waste and felt good that I’d contributed to global warming.
While chucking stuff into the flames of hell, I came across some magazines. I mused on how magazines are, in fact, a huge waste of money. I mean what do you do with them once you’ve read them? You chuck them out don’t you? I used to keep my magazines. I have a huge box filled with issues of failed mens magazine Later, copies of Mad Magazine from the 80’s and the abruptly cancelled horror magazine Fear. I don’t really want to get rid of them but I’ve not looked at them in years. I tried re reading Mad but the humour was weak and very dated. I might just “donate” them to the recycling people. Later has some good recipes and man tips. Fear is a curious time capsule of reviews of straight to video movies. I’ll keep them I think.
I also developed a curious discomfort in my jaw. Kind of like when you eat something really sour and the back of your jaw goes all icky. Well I’ve got that. It’s not going.
Later last evening I caught up with Heroes. I was a bit miffed that the BBC in their wisdom had put Ashes to Ashes up against it. Sorry Aunty Beeb, the last series of Ashes to Ashes sucked monkey balls, besides which I’ve invested a lot of time into Heroes.