It’s been a pretty random day.
“I have a face made of Plasticine and poo.”
Not quite, but my face is very bruised from where I’ve been banging it.
Nobody’s won the election.
I went to work.
I split a bag of concrete over my head.
“Calm down God!”
My colleague overslept longer so I ended up leading thirty very young people on a worm hunt.
“Butterfly wings, flapping in my mother’s mind.”
I got offered a banana as compensation by a shop manager whose employee had taken the piss out of me as I walked past.
We still don’t know who’s won the election.
A woman on the bus asked her friend “Can you imagine living inside that head?” We ended up chatting. They were both pretty cool.
I went and had dinner with Leftwing Idiot.
We watched TV.
“The beast of Bodmin’s in my telly.”
He sat with his legs over my arms to stop me thrashing about and hitting myself.
“Alexa Chung died. She stubbed her toe on the edge of the world.”
I came home and went to bed.
“I have a dream: Care Bear the Movie 4.”
Still no election result.