never a good start

Today I got all the way to the office before I realised my fly was undone. I hate when that happens. It’s never a good start to the day. I did have a long coat on, which is some consolation.

I have recently discovered that the Naturist Foundation are holding a ‘Clothes Optional Jazz and Real Ale Festival’ this summer in Kent. How cool is that?! Jazz, nudity, and beer; that’s more or less my three favourite things in the world all in one field. If Michonne from Walking Dead was there, serving Chinese food in a French maid outfit, that would pretty much make it my own personal heaven.

It was snowing again yesterday, can you believe it, in late March! I can still see snow on the hills from the train as I come to work. Snow, on the hills in late March! I do hope this means we’re in for a decent summer.

I made pork pie at the weekend. It’s fiddly, but it was delicious. I still have some left. I’ll be eating it all week.

I’ve just read a story in the Telegraph about a cannabis dealer who was given a suspended sentence and ordered to complete 200 hours of unpaid community service after being caught with 1 kg of pot. He claimed however that, due to a shoulder injury, he was unable to complete the community service. I call bullshit, but the interesting point is that the judge decided that he could complete a 5,000 word essay instead. Seriously? I could do that in about 2 hours. Apparently he ends up in prison if he doesn’t hand it in.

I don’t know how I feel about that. I’d much rather have the essay than the community service, but I like to write. Maybe drug dealing yobbos hate writing essays.